So this is about the time of year where my New Year’s Writing Resolution is already just a memory, a whim that I have fallen so far behind on.
It’s true. I haven’t written every day. I haven’t been keeping up with my submissions. I think I may have sent as many as ten out. I don’t keep in touch too well with the wonderful writers I know. And although I have joined Winston Salem Writers, I have not been out to any of their things, nor have I gone out to any of the Press 53 Writers Center things.
That is bad news.
It’s still just March though, and I’m choosing to believe that there is still time. That time is really all I have. That I can at least consciously try to do better.
So here goes.
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