A little birdy once told me that instead of just wanting to be a writer, and saying I wanted to be a writer, and pretending that I was a writer, that maybe I should just take a year and focus on writing. It was optimistic and brash and totally unreasonable and for one reason or another it looks like that’s exactly what I’ve done.
But it’s time to back-burner all this for a while. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, apparently on one of my larger front burners, and the pretense I’ve been sleepwalking under has now collapsed under the wonderful weight of reality.
I’ve written more in the last year than I had in the previous three or four. The last time I had written regularly, and then taken a decisive break from it, was just about six years ago. Things changed for the better for me within two months of doing so and I’d welcome a similar turn anytime now.
This isn’t a huge deal, or a huge break – I hope to be back in early November (and just maybe putting links on twitter) – but I’m writing like this because I need it to feel like this.
Thanks for checking in over the last year. We’ll see you next time.