Okay, okay, so I don’t do this so much… talk about places I’ve been hanging out perusing… but I’m sitting here in a less than toasty hotel room reading the “free” issue of the newest UK Writing magazine I found on my iPhone (I’m pretty sure it is another one I’m going to subscribe to) and there was a letter printed by someone who just started blogging.
I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time dwelling on diseases and conditions the last couple years (mine, my family’s) and this seems to be a break with tradition. It’s a writing blog (I found it in a writing magazine, go figure).
The Busy Tea Pot isn’t really a how to blog for writing (I’ve read those, some work some don’t) it is just a… this is how I’m writing this is what is going on in my head this is my writing life and how I’m doing in it (this is a horrible run on sentence that I don’t want to punctuate correctly) kind of blog. I love it.
And as I’ve been thinking more and more and more (more bad sentences) about finally taking the time to take the time, it struck home.
So, here I sit, on the cusp of the new year facing resolutions and contemplations. I’m thinking this is the year to finish at least one book maybe two. I’m carrying around perfectly good writing tools every day and (thanks to the CLOUD) I can open versions of my current project on different devices and I can use what I need to use to make writing not hurt. I’m going to make this my year!
I’ve decided that I’m probably not going to go the traditional route (go figure) but self publish in ebook format only.
There is nowhere to go from here but up !!!!
A Figment Of Fitness 