It’s been 84 years…

Ok, it’s only been three years.

Three years.

In that time, I’ve been laid off twice. I’ve learned to cook, sew, cross stitch, and crochet. I’ve moved, changed jobs. I’ve read over a hundred books each of the past two years.

What I haven’t done is write a single creative word. There were times I didn’t believe I’d ever write creatively again, to publish or not. Hell, there were times when I thought the world was ending entirely and there was no point anyways.

As it turns out, either that’s not happening or this is the slowest, most boring apocalypse scenario ever. Either way, I’m back. On April 1st, I pulled out the last draft of the book I was working on in 2020 when everything went sideways and I’m spending this month – coincidentally, the first Camp NaNoWriMo I’ve ever participated in – working on it. My plan is to work on it until August when it will be professionally edited and proofread and I’m seriously considering publishing it in September.

From there, it’s time for me to get back into the swing of the plans I had for my writing career when the world nearly went to shit. I’m not proud of temporarily giving up on my writing dream and nothing above is meant to excuse that. All I can say is that I truly feel that I’m in a much better position to take writing and publishing seriously again.

If you’re still with me, I’d love to have you along for the ride again.


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