What a difference a few months make...

I have been going through some personal-crisis crap in the past few months. I still want to write but I'm lacking 95% of my former motivation. Since most of my evenings are now spent alone, I am reading more than I did before. Stephen King once said that you can't write if you don't read. Maybe this will help me. To be frank, some of the novels I've finished recently are lacking in substance *coughHollywood Wivescough*. I am actually in the middle of no less than 5 novels at the moment. What can I say, some days I'm in the mood for something different. I am really liking Alice Hoffman at the moment...

At last!

I had a surge of creativity this evening as I was closing a curtain in the window that faced my semi-new neighbor's house. This is something totally new, just a random thought I ran with. So far, I've been writing for 2 hours and I've amassed about a thousand words. It may not seem like much, but if you consider my recent track record, this is phenomenal. I'm very proud of what I've accomplished tonight. I don't want to jinx myself, but I believe this is the start of something great.

New year, new promises

I'm about a month and a half too late for the typical New Year's resolutions, however, I'll make it short.


I've screwed around too long, made too many excuses, and recently I've allowed too many distractions. I will write my book this year, even if it kills me. Seriously, it just might.