In the last week, my life as a writer has been coming back to me piece-by-piece, as my life as an “in transition” person starts to fall away. Today was the day that all excuses came to an end. Today was the day that I finally started writing on my novel again.
And it wasn’t nearly as intimidating or difficult as my anxiety during my month’s absence would have me believe. Turns out, it didn’t go anywhere without me and patiently awaited my return. Good novel.
Additional signs of progress: I made my first trip back to Duluth on Sunday to attend my writers’ group. (And if you think a ten hour round-trip drive for two hours of interaction is ridiculous, it’s only because you haven’t met my writers’ group). And I’m finally writing on the Young Adults Catholic blog again, too — with pictures, even!