I feel like I always start these posts with an apology for failing to write more regularly. 

Tonight, I would like to break with tradition and begin, not with an apology, but with an acknowledgement. An acknowledgement that I am busy, and that despite all my posts about finding balance, I haven't actually managed to achieve it yet.

It has been a long time since I last wrote and even longer since I submitted anything for publication. I could make a variety of excuses-day job, house move, family commitments, time constraints- but I would only be telling you a half truth.

I have been actively avoiding sending work out for several months. It's not that I don't love writing anymore-I write the way that I breathe, instinctively and out of necessity. I've been hiding from the big N-O. After all, if I don't send anything out, it can't be rejected, can it? 

In print, it's easy to see that I've been a coward. I've been making excuses, letting myself off the hook. Well, reader, no more.

This evening, I intend to do three things. I will:

  1. Select a piece of existing work for editing and submission by the end of the week
  2. Work on a flash piece for a competition with a November deadline.
  3. Begin a piece of Twitter fiction, posting a new section every day for the next two weeks. I'll share the piece here when it's finished.

It's easy to lose sight of who we are in the hustle and bustle of the every day, but sitting down and conjuring the issue in black and white has helped me to remember.

I am a writer, and so I must write.

If you take anything away from these musings, let it be the willingness to tackle life head on, to take the right path instead of the easy one and to do something that scares you, even if it feels a little bit impossible.

Be brave, guys!

Until next time...

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