Early this morning, Earl and I returned from our annual January search for warm weather and sun. After all, we live in the upper Midwest. This year’s pilgrimage led us to Tahiti in French Polynesia, where we were pampered for two weeks. It was heaven.
And while we were waited on by French speaking natives, I began to think about writing. It has been almost five months since I stopped my blog, using the excuse that I wanted to write other things in other media. The truth, however, is that I haven’t written one significant work in that time. I’ve thought about writing, even come up with some topics, but haven’t put fingers to keyboard even once.
While I was on vacation, I made a list of goals for 2007. Suffice to say that most of them are not relevant here. But two are. The first is that I plan to revise a novel I wrote in 1999, one for which I won a writing contest. Besides the thousand dollars I received, first place entitled me to a review of the work by a reputable publishing house. And when the representative of that house told me the novel needed work, I felt rejected. I put the manuscript away and never looked at it again.
Eight years later that seems so silly. So I’m setting forth this year to try and revise the work. In the interim, the genre known as “Chicklit” has come into its own. And since my novel was in that vein before it was mined, it’s possible my timing could be right. Cross your fingers.
In addition, I’ve decided to return to blogging. I’m not sure just yet what form it will take. Every day? Every week? A theme for a while? Or random picky thoughts? I don’t know. I only know I sat down a few minutes ago to begin . . . And it felt good.
No. It felt great. So maybe I’m back.
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