Sunday, December 31, 2017
At this time in December, most people look back on their accomplishments and make resolutions for the next year
As a writer, 2017 was the first year I did not have a major publication. How did this happen?
In December 2016 I received a new assignment at my employment. That task was a lot of creation and documentation. I was just getting the place secure when in July I received another assignment. That, my current assignment, has blacked out my writing time as I grapple with sixteen hours days seven days a week.
Not that it's an excuse, but it robbed my writing time. Lesson learned: protect my writing time.
T'was not as though I did not write, I wrote in the moments that I could, in the arenas I am comfortable with, in the genres I tried. I just didn't "follow through" and spec enough to have a major publication.
2018 will need several major publications.
Happy New Year.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Merry Christmas from Chesterfield Inlet, a place of few igloos.
No one chooses to be here, it's just a place where the soul goes.
SoCal is still close to the hurt, and those last few thousands miles, the cold, and the isolation, numb that which robs the soul.