Pardon my appearance while I attempt to get my shit together; New Year, new me and all that.
I’ve been absent from the writing scene for a while now, and I am forcing myself to dive back in full force. My stories won’t write themselves. A lot has happened to me in the last few years and at the same time, a lot is still the same.
One of the most impactful things to happen was the devastating loss of my sister in December of 2016, which lead to a fuzzy, confusing and depressing 2017. While my sister and I were not the closest, she is my sister and yes, I still refer to her in the present tense. Don’t judge. It’s my way of dealing.
I let the minutia of life give me an excuse to stop everything.
Depression hit, and anxiety told me there was no reason for me to write – no one was listening. And I listened to that voice for a long time. NaNoWriMo came around and while I attempted to do something – anything that involved writing, I just couldn’t bring myself to press the keys.
I was graciously given more responsibility at work, I moved, and I started a relationship, almost ended it, and started back up again. Basically, I’m trying to say I fell off the face of the earth for a while, but I’m back now. I let the minutia of life give me an excuse to stop everything.
I’m making writing and life commitments for the year, and you guys are going to help me stick to them.
Here we are. It’s January 2018 and I’ve got to make it happen, because no one else is going to do it for me. So, here’s to 2018. Pardon my appearance while I get it together.
My first post (technically it will be my second if you are really counting), will be about my writing commitments, and you can check that out my 2018 Writing Goals.