Back in the saddle

I made the mistake of going out with an old boyfriend Friday night. I won’t go into the details; it is enough to say that agreeing to see him was a tremendous error in judgment. Because while I still have deep feelings for him, he looks to me for nothing more than a good time. And I deserve better than that.

The good news is it didn’t take long for me to realize it. I came home early, angry and dejected, and made a few promises to myself before I went to bed. Einstein said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.  So it’s time for a different approach.

I think what I really need right now is to take some time out to heal my broken heart and do the things I love: read, make things, work on my music, tend my home, hang out with my children.


I have two partial requests and a full request outstanding; I need to complete my revision ASAP and submit it to these agents who expressed interest in my story and have the power to help me achieve my dreams. And I’m starting TODAY, with 1000 words.

Everything, absolutely everything else, is taking a back seat to my writing. It’s a minimum of 1000 words a day.

Or bust.

If you want to keep track of my progress, scroll down the right side bar and look for the progress meter for The Wishing Box. It’s the story of my heart.

Wish me luck.