I posted a few months ago that the end of the year is always bad for my writing.  I wasn’t kidding.

I didn’t write another word for almost 3 months.

My primary blog received daily (or near-daily) doses of posts.

None of that was especially “Creative” writing – it’s certainly not fiction and sometimes painful.  My fiction, my created worlds, they all faded into the background.

Real life was very difficult on me.  Holidays weren’t so merry.

My muse, she ran away from the bad juju and took a long extended vacation. (Side note: She loves Mexico and tequila…and there may have been recreational drugs involved)

I can’t say that I’m back in full force.

The muse, she is creeping. Slowly.  Allowing bursts of words to spill forth before downing another shot of tequila and declaring a migraine from the pressure.

We’re easing back into it.

Part of that is for me to return here.  To be more dedicated in my posts.

Which has always been difficult for me.  I don’t feel like I have room to post here frequently.  I mean, what can I post about that isn’t out there already?

It’s of no matter.  I’m here. This is my journey.

And I will post.

Perhaps not every day, but I am making a concerted effort to put aside time and post, as well as write, at least every other day.

Even if it kills me.