My whole world changed six years ago, and inevitably there was fallout. What little writing time I’d previously had dried up completely, along with my creativity. So I did the sensible thing and gave myself permission to not write – in my head it was a five-year plan. But five years came and went and I still couldn’t see how I would every fit writing into my (still crazy) life. I’m beginning to really pine for it.
It’s sitting there, waiting for me to pick up where I left off. Only problem is… see above! I need to find a way to carve out some serious writing time again.