This was a totally different experience than last year. Last year, I actually attempted a novel; this time I began a memoir. And it is just a beginning. I know this is a project I'll be working on for quite a long time. It's some combination of 'real' writing, and therapeutic writing -- which I've resisted for months, but obviously needed to do.
You may continue to see excerpts posted here, now and then, as I go back through it and find bits that might interest you.
And yup, I managed this, too. I don't feel quite so exhilarated about this one, but I am pleased, and I think it was useful. Some of you know that I was not writing, or blogging, for several months; this exercise reminded me how much practice matters.
I had, somehow, lost the knack, and the delight, of blogging. That's back now, I think. I'm loving it again.
Good thing, too, since it's time for Holidailies. Last year I forgot about this until it was too late to register, but I was right on it this year. So you can look forward (you do look forward, don't you?) to another month of daily posts.
So, hey -- see ya soon!