"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...."
Thanks to Dickens, I have a pretty succinct way of summing up this summer. It began with a devastating flood, hobbled through some tricky situations, and has ended on a wonderful, it-came-out-of-nowhere romance.
Come to think of it, it sounds rather epic.
The writing, though, has come in fits and starts. It's still there, simmering under the surface. It's easy to lure myself into thinking that because I write every day for the day job that I'm keeping ye olde creative pen fresh. Not quite.
But I'm through with beating myself up about it. Regrets, I've had a few, but guilt I can do without. With my Facebook newsfeed lighting up with precious back-to-school photos and the store aisles stocked with fresh notebooks full of promise I'm inspired to buckle down and carve out a better consistency in my writing schedule.
If you work a day job, where do you find the time to write? Do you do it every day? I'm curious.
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