I cannot believe my pledge to become more diligent, at least a monthly visitor, to my personal blog has gone to pot. What does this say about me as a writer? Am I not dedicated? Do I not care? Am I saddened to think my story has not materialized, picked up by a big house and made into the next academy award winning movie, yet?
A bit of each I imagine or Aliens makes it a whole lot easier. I think always about what I am going to post or talk about and then, you guessed it, two months have past and I can barely remember my password. Of course I haven’t jotted the code anywhere with the million other combinations for each of my gazillion accounts. Why would I be so sane? Continue reading