Well, I wish I could say that I’ve spent my time away from the blog writing a ten-novel series, which sold for seven figures, on a partial directly to the publisher. But if that were the case, you probably would have already heard me scream. 🙂
Unfortunately, I’ve spent the last several
months years (ugh) letting life get the best of me. Seems I’m a sucker for it, given the frequency of which I let it happen. Thing is…finding a way to make it all work–family, work, writing, life–seems completely out of my realm of comprehension. It’s like a foreign language and I can’t find a translation dictionary to save my life.
I’ve called upon my ever-patient critique partners for advice and maybe a little motivation and so far the consensus seems to be finding consistency. Honestly, that’s a scary-ass word to me, because it too is a concept I can’t seem to grasp. I tend to expect too much of myself and then when I fail…gah. Not pretty.
At any rate, I do know that I want to write. Probably it’s the only thing I’m certain of (snerk). And that’s why I’ll keep trying to get it right. Again. And again. And again…
So, goal one: Write. Every. Freaking. Day. Seems like such a small aspiration, but it’s by far the most important. Goal two: Blog weekly. I’ve gotten much better at being accountable since I did this writing thing (too long ago to admit), but more for others than myself. Gotta work on that. Because I’m worth it, and so are my characters, dammit. 🙂
That said, here’s to making it all work. Again.