A break – that’s what I called it.
Things had gone on a different path than I anticipated. I was selling books, but I was focusing on the need for agents and publicists and book signings and talking with people about writing a screenplay for Josephine.
Then, we pulled Josephine – revisions, etc. Then, I started censoring – self-censoring. And that is the proverbial nail in the coffin. White-washing your words in a story might make it “nice” for polite society, but it makes for a lousy story.
And, then, I realized, maybe I don’t want to do this in this way. Maybe I don’t want to do it at all.
So, I took a break, only it wasn’t a break. I quit.
I quit writing. Completely.
No blog posts, no tweets about writing, no short story contests, no #Nanowrimo – not one bit of writing.
I missed it at first.
Then, I didn’t.
Then, I realized I do miss it. I miss the core of what it means to write – being a storyteller.
If you’ve stuck around all this time, thank you. Thanks for being on this journey with me. I hope that 2016 proves to be a productive year for all of us!