I took a couple weeks off from strenuous writing, and sometimes I think I shouldn’t have.

I thought taking a little time off would be healthy – unfortunately, I have fallen into poor patterns. I’ve written one new piece and haven’t edited anything recently, which means that I don’t feel that I’ve accomplished much the last couple weeks.

But I have accomplished something.

I have experienced moments of glee with Riley as she discovered her singing voice and new words.

I have learned that Colin’s new voice, with some vocal training, could be honed into one of those sultry baritone or bass soloist positions in the choir (if he chooses to follow that path).

I realized that over the past couple months, my relationships have revolved around me and my needs, instead of what my family needs. I realize this sacrifice was necessary to complete the degree, but occasionally I find myself in a state of “now what?”

Now I need to write on my own, and edit on my own, and get my writing out there.
So I am submitting, and submitting, and applying and submitting, and every day I am learning something new about this “real world” in writing.

I have applied for a grant, I have applied for adjunct positions, and I have submitted a short book of poetry for hopeful publication. For these three things, I must wait.

And now I must write.