I went to my very first writer's meeting the other night. I actually got out of the house and did something.
I love to knit and crochet. I love all the bright colors of the yarn, full of promise and potential.
Writing is difficult work. It's hard work. Trying to find exactly the right words and put them in exactly the right order is, sometimes, damn near impossible, to be honest.
I almost didn't post today. Today is my sister's birthday. She would have been 41, if she hadn't taken her life in October, 2018.
Making sure that I have some type of quota is important for my motivation and development as a writer.
My little sister and I exchange letters through the mail quite frequently. In fact, I'm three letters behind in sending her a response as we speak.