When this year started, I had huge, wonderful plans for this blog.
Post three times a week, minimum.
Participate in every free-write flash fiction compilation I could find.
Discuss current submissions out for publication at least once a month.
Maybe even bring some life things into play.
Something about best laid plans should go here, I think.
It’s July 1 now.
Half the year is over.
Lots has happened.
Much of life has been eaten away by being lost in the dark clouds of depression and anxiety.
It’s still less than optimal, really.
But the theoretical clouds do seem to be lessening a bit.
I’m not sure if it’s a temporary lift or something more permanent.
May as well take the opportunity while it’s here.
I’ll work on it.
Turning the page on a new calendar is always somewhat monumental for me.
A new year. Like a blank page, stretching out in front of me, waiting for my mark to be made.
All I have to do is pick up my pen…
I have adventures coming up.
The passport-requiring sort.
But first… I will write.
Regular communication resuming soon (theoretically).
There’s a chance this will fail marvelously again.
Then again, there’s a chance I’ll actually succeed in posting and writing here.
Also, NaNoWriMo is starting again this Sunday, so I have a reason.
I’m going to try. I can’t promise. But I’m going to try.
Adventures are coming up.
Watch this space.
Yes, I know, it’s Monday and I’m just barely posting Friday Fictioneers now. Remember how I talked about that trouble meeting goals thing? I’m working on it. It’s a process. Plus I was Very Busy all weekend. (No, for real. I’ll tell you more on Wednesday).
To say I’m a wee tiny bit behind on my life is an understatement of the highest degree. I’m off to catch up with that a bit more now (at 10:30PM at night.)
copyright David Stewart
Ever have one of those weeks where everything gets away from you, no matter how carefully you have it all planned?
That’s what happened to Wednesday’s blog.
But in super-awesome news: everyone send congratulations to Katie over at Modern Mommy on the arrival of her beautiful baby girl, Savannah!
Let’s get to the story, shall we?
The Last Days of Summer
copyright Jennifer Pendergrast