After a long hiatus (too tired? too many commitments? too lazy?), I finally submitted a short story. You originally titled it “The Retraction,” but I’ve reworked it somewhat and renamed it to “Hindsight.” I like that title better.
I also started writing again, but I don’t really know where I’m going with what I’m working on. Maybe I’m just blowing off steam and working out the kinks in my writing “muscles.” It has been awhile since I felt creative at all, so I’m celebrating even the smallest accomplishment.
I’m making a pre-New Year’s Resolution to WRITE. MORE. No matter if it’s just a few paragraphs a day, I’m going to write something so I don’t forget what I want to be. Being a wife, mother and (all too frequent) volunteer is important, but so is the writing. Normal, non-writing people don’t think of titles in the middle of cooking dinner. They don’t run dialog in their heads as they’re trying to sleep. And I’m pretty sure they don’t plot how to find time to get to the shooting range so they can actually try out the gun one of the characters used to kill someone. At least I don’t think they do.
I want to write. So I guess I’d better actually write something. Now.