2013 was a topsy-turvy year.
I did a lot of things wrong.
I didn’t release a new book.
I didn’t write consistently.
I didn’t utilize my time wisely.
I spent far too much time on Facebook.
I didn’t complete NaNo…all three times I attempted it.
But I also did some things right as well.
I finished a short story for The Alexandria Winter Anthology 2013 (it’s about a werewolf, you should read it!)
I read lots of books on writing theory.
I reconnected with some longtime friends and made some great new ones.
I moved into a great new place in a wonderful neighborhood.
I started back to school.
Yes, you read that last item correctly.
I, a *mumblety-five mother of 3, have started college. Not only that, but I’m pursuing a double major. So maybe with the move and the start of classes I have some excuse for not getting much writing done this year. But I don’t accept that.
Quite frankly, I floundered. I let myself get stifled by fears of not being a good enough writer and the stress of having to produce something publishable.
So looking forward, I give myself permission to suck. I give myself leeway to produce unimaginable garbage only fit for the litter box. I give myself permission to write what I feel like and not what I think I ‘should’ be writing.
What I do not allow myself is permission to not write something. Every.single.day. Even if it’s just a blog post like this. I’m writing again.
And it feels good.