It's all I'm gonna take. As I've steeped in my job as a teacher, the part-time full-time job that has successfully taken me away from writing until January, I've contemplated if it means I've stopped being an author.
The last book I wrote I finished in July. Since then, I've only written a couple chapters of a new book. I've been too busy to get into it all the way.
But I will. I'm convinced.
In the meantime, did I stop being an author?
Shrug. Not sure.
Thanks to all you writers out there who have nudged me into at least doing book reviews. It's the least author-ly thing, but it's something.
I still want it. Writing is like a dream always waiting to come true. I can't stop wishing for it. It's with me even when I don't have time to spend with it. The ghost that haunts me, and I don't mind at all.
Anyone out there going through something like this? Can't wait to "get back in the saddle."
Signing out, from the once-author hoping to be an author again soon.