Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing. - Heather Armstrong
It is undoubtedly too late to wish everyone a happy New Year. It is, in fact, about nineteen days too late -- give or take a few hours. So I won't do that. You've already doffed the celebratory paper cone from your head, so saying "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" will only make people wonder if I had lost my mind. I haven't. In case you were wondering.
Much has happened since I last wrote here. Almost an entire month has passed, and so far my inability to keep a blog has been a frustrating spur in my side. It's not as if I don't think about the blog, because I do. It's just that I am always so busy. I am writing more. More than I had last year, thanks to the Inkygirl's 1000 Words A Day Challenge. Many people don't like the idea of chaining oneself to a chair and forcing a thousand words out where nothing is to be found, but I've found the excersize to yield considerable results thus far. Let me tell you a little about my experience twenty days in...
