I have a confession to make.
Since I went back to work a month and a half ago, I’ve done very little writing.
None at all some weeks, an odd and unproductive hour other weeks.
I could make excuses, but honestly I’ve been run down to the ground, and surviving has taken priority over writing. I don’t feel bad about it.
My excessive workload isn’t over; I wish I could say my life is getting back under control, but it’s not.
Here’s where the value of this blog has really struck me.
Over the past few days I’ve started editing my book again, but if I hadn’t been writing this blog I’m not sure I would have. I might have let writing slip into one of these things that I used to do. It’s happened to me before, and last time I quit for ten years.
This time I couldn’t quit because I know there are people who believe in my ability to write and who are waiting to read my book.
I love writing, but it’s easier to not write than it is to write.
So to my wonderful online friends, thank you for believing in me. Thank you for being you.