Picking up my pen, er, keyboard.
I signed up today for one of Inprint's writing workshops.
Now that the kitchen renovation has died down (countertop on the island will be installed on Tuesday, who knows when IKEA will have our stove in, some minor trim work to be done), I have time for other projects, and I think I really want to get a little more serious about writing.
I have a dozen half written stories and other projects sitting on various computers and clouds and blogs, and I'm hopeful that some structure to my week will help me focus on them a little more. I know that in order to write, I have to, well, write. But I also know that I'm a little terrified of the prospect. Having a structure will help.
The workshop starts in about a month, and it will last ten weeks.
Now that the kitchen renovation has died down (countertop on the island will be installed on Tuesday, who knows when IKEA will have our stove in, some minor trim work to be done), I have time for other projects, and I think I really want to get a little more serious about writing.
I have a dozen half written stories and other projects sitting on various computers and clouds and blogs, and I'm hopeful that some structure to my week will help me focus on them a little more. I know that in order to write, I have to, well, write. But I also know that I'm a little terrified of the prospect. Having a structure will help.
The workshop starts in about a month, and it will last ten weeks.