I know I haven’t written here in a while, but for once I will not be apologetic. Because while this blog has been sitting idle, I’ve been writing. With exhilaration, with abandon, and with unadulterated joy. For months now, my self-doubt plugged my writing, until my words were few and far between. I’d lost the tug in my gut, the pull to the page.
I am beyond thrilled to tell you all that’s change, and I’ve never felt more confident that this this THIS was what I was meant to be.
In a tell-all expose future-post, I promise I’ll devote more time to telling you what switch flipped, and why you should drop what you’re doing like a hot potato – even though right this second it’s likely reading my blog post – and go get started on dreaming.
But all that later. Back to the stories.
PS: Read American Gods to erase writer’s block. The energy pounded into that novel must be expelled somewhere, and it went straight to scratch my writer’s brain.
PPS: Yes, yes, it’s by Neil Gaiman. So sue me, it’s brilliant. David-Christopher Harris agrees!