Ah, sigh.

No numbers. No word counts. For now, nothing at all.

Radio silence until I get settled at the new job. A few days, at least. Going to visit with friends this weekend. Can’t wait.

You know what else I can’t wait for? The chance to get back into that manuscript, up to my elbows in the muck.

Also? The chance to work on something else. It’s been a long time since I’ve given myself permission to think about writing something new. A new story draft seems like the most likely thing to come out of an hour here, an hour there. Maybe I’m completely delusional.

In any case, I have to be better about carrying around the notebooks and pens. I have to be better about making the time and then TAKING the time once it’s there. I have to be better.

By Published On: August 28, 2009Categories: The Day I Died