So, Nano happened.
I took a break from the novel (and the blog, apparently).
I wrote whatever the heck I wanted.
That was good.
There was this essay, which I can’t post, because for once I actually submitted it to something, which led to an audition, which could lead to reading for the Listen to Your Mother show in May. (I hope so!)
And there were a few short stories, and a hundred poems, and some letters.
It’s been good.
But I’ve noticed that motivational posters and Ted talks seem especially loud lately. Little sophistries like, “Done is better than perfect.” They all seem to pertain to that fat stack of novel on my shelf. Guess break time is just about over.