I can't honestly say I've been working on my writing lately - like I said before, May and June are crazy around here. But I've been mulling over both novels, a short story and - you guessed it - a NEW novel idea. I hate to admit it, but I was pulling it together -in my head- sitting in the pew at a funeral this morning. (As an aside, I want to be like the guy we were there to mourn/celebrate; riding elephants inThailand at 70 years, para-gliding in Mexico at 82, planning another trip at 90.)
I can honestly say I want to be writing, but I'm putting it off for some reason. What's up with that? Is it because my to-do list is longer than my arm, and it pulls at me? Do I really believe I'm going to find numerous consecutive hours to write? Gimme a break. School's out. Not a chance.
Time to make another goal;-D. I know! how about 500 words a day? That's not too crazy, and it gives me a jumping off place. Even if I don't get it done every day, at least it's on my to-do list. So, there it is, another goal. Hit or miss, here I go!