Through the years I’ve written many short stories and work, but usually I never end up finishing them. Now that I have the time in my life, (more time than I’ve ever been granted) I havent even written a paragraph.
Of course chasing down our 3 toddler while holding a newborn while trying to keep a house in order does take more energy (both mental and physical) out of me than being at “work”, I still cant make that excuse to myself. It’s part of who I am and always have been, and denying that is just plain wrong.
I think it’s time to pick up a pencil.
