Zero to five!

In mid-March I sat myself down and started to write short stories again for the first time in over a decade. It's six weeks later and I have four short stories under my belt, am working on a fifth, and have also started revisions on my favourite from the group.

The more I write, the further it seems I have to go, but I wanted to take a moment to check in with myself. In late February and early March I was the lowest I've been in years. I wanted to write – it seemed clear that finding my voice again would be part of coming back to the surface – but I simply could not imagine putting a story together, any of it. Right now, just having writing "the end" (okay, okay, not literally) four times feels incredible.

Onward and upward, friends.

Thank you, pbandj It's been a long time coming for me, but I'm trying to learn to celebrate the process over the expected product.

I know the feeling! It's like when I was a kid and hated going back to swimming lessons every semester ... dreaded the cold pool all the way there in the car ... and then slid into the water and magic

(definitely not )