I’m home but I have certain responsiblilities that make it not only impossible to think about writing, but untenable to write. It makes me sad.
I think I want the choice to be mine. Not something that is imposed on me. It will be six weeks before I can focus on myself and make some sort of stab at what I want to do.
There’s a flash fiction project going on and I can’t even do that although I’d like to.
From time to time I’ll try to write things here that pertain to writing even though it’s not my personal struggle. This and that as they occur to me and I have a moment or two. Maybe no one will read it but it’ll be good for me if I can do it. I guess I don’t want to be out of this altogether.