The Care and Feeding of An Actual Mess of a Person

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.