Does success breed inspiration? Perhaps. Or maybe it’s that I opened a door I’d locked, and once I turned on the lights, pulled back the curtains, and let some fresh air in, everything began to make sense again.
In a supreme twist of accidental fortune-telling, my last blog post was about how hard it is to find time to work on my creative writing. And for all my good intentions, I proceeded to fall off the wagon into a ditch somewhere and I just sort of stayed there until now.
I’ve written a novel, I feel like it has potential or I wouldn’t be spending so much time on it, I love it, but boy oh boy do I also not want it to see the light of day.
