Apparently I have an obsession with word counts. Almost to the degree that I abuse commas. I was rifling through my pictures and found a disturbing number of images of word counts—all nice clean numbers. That’s just from this year. I didn’t go back before that. But there are more. Trust me. Sheep knows. He’s usually poking his nose into the shot when I’m taking it. When I set out to write, I never have… Keep reading…Just never enough…