I knew it wasn’t gone completely. Lying dormant, somewhere in the back of my brain, was my drive to write. It happens to me every autumn. I begin to realize I have more time to write but, because the summer and fall are so much busier at work, I have been out of the habit of sitting down and writing every day.
With the lull of November upon us, I now have time to retrain my brain to generate the phrases that have been trapped in its confines and send them coursing through my fingertips onto my keyboard. When I say coursing, I mean slow dribbles of words that may string themselves into a sentence, but it’s a start.
I have a writing project ongoing with our local library that I am anxious to rekindle and a second book that is a mere shadow of what it will become. I still have many query letters to compose with the hope of finding an agent willing to take me on so I can get my first novel published and I have the desire to continue putting words together to string together a meaningful essay to represent my life.
I have taken the first step by promising myself that I will write a blog post every day for the month of November. Here’s hoping…..