During the months of October, November and December, I worked myself into a frenzy.
I took on more work than I could handle and pushed myself to finish projects well into the night—spilling one day into the next. I pushed myself because I couldn’t say no to the money. Rather, I didn’t say no to the money.
When Christmas came, I promised myself a two-week break and I kept my promise. I wrapped presents and baked cookies and played on the living room floor with my kids. It felt great to escape the hum of my computer for a few days and when I woke up from my vacation in 2014 I felt rested but reluctant.
Half-way through the month of January and I just can’t get my head or heart back into the working game. I feel numb but not completely uninspired.
I’m excited about new things and that’s where I want to focus my attention.
I’m obsessing, visualizing and working toward the goal of writing a novel in 2014. I haven’t this kind electric bubbling of anticipation in a long time and I’m now waiting for that moment, that perfect push to really take off.
I’ve read 12 books so far in 2014 and I’m sort of just gearing up and preparing myself for this journey.
This is happening. It is so happening.