I’ve been writing and writing, some days until my fingers cramp up and twist into unnatural shapes, pouring out words and stories. Many have been fiction. A few have been personal essays. A couple have been explorations of the same idea from different approaches.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted any sort of update here. Other life things are devouring much of my time. But the important thing is this:
I am writing.
I am writing a complete story every day.
I took one day off in January, one day off in February, and I intend to take one day off this week. (I’m allowed three in a month, if I need them; unused days do not carry forward and are lost forever.)
And the words keep me sane.
A Tale of Two Moleskines: