It’s seven weeks into the new year, do you know where your writing project is? Hitting it, fits and starts, stalled out? I’m deep in and it’s all I want to do but I will confess that every other day I think it sucks, that I’m deluding myself, that I was never meant to write fiction, imposter syndrome run wild. But then every other day, I’m in the saddle, writing until my hands cramp. I’m in the whiplash stage, but I’m determined to push through. I also understand that the project might wind up in the drawer but I have to finish the fucker. I don’t believe in closure, but I love completion.

If you’re still hanging out at The Lerner Home for Wayward Children, let me know what you’re working on and how it’s going. Or if you need a kick in the ass.