Been MIA for a while. Life got very complicated on me – my best friend in the world’s mom was killed in a car accident, so I gathered up my spare change and flew up to be with her family for several days. I got back and spent several hours starting a story inspired by something her nephew said while I was there.
The next morning, I started a work project that wound up being 12 straight days of work, a total of 111 paid hours. Project ended last Friday and I picked up a friend’s dog so she could take her kids on a quick jaunt to FL. The dog and I were not a good fit – she’s a crazy puppy, not yet leash trained, far to energetic for me. So that made for several very challenging days. Never been so happy to give back a dog. The following day, I pulled my back out. It’s been an exhausting few weeks.
I had lunch with an artist friend who also turned out to be a writer. I’ve agreed to help coach her into finishing her book. That definitely excited me! She’s going to do 15 minutes a day, and I’m going to do the same.
It was exciting to start something new. I’ve had a couple of ideas for new pieces, but other than that one spurt, I haven’t spent any real time working on anything just yet. But at least my writing depression appears to have lifted and I’ve made the 15 minute a day pledge, so I’m confident words will start flowing.
This checkerboard guy’s going to hold me to my 15 minute a day deal!