This. This is a picture I took of myself, sitting cross-legged on my bed at 3pm this afternoon.
What am I doing?
I’m editing my novel. Finally.
This is a story I penned FOUR years ago and then put down and neglected while I put my career and family above my dream.
I put it down, but it has haunted me nearly every day.
The time is finally right – it is time to finish what I started so very long ago.
I have a lot of work ahead of me, but I’m going to make everyone moment totally worth it.
This will consume me.
This will teach me.
I don’t care if it kills me – This. Will. Happen.
This will be my life for the next while.
I will not let my writing fade from view.