Perhaps the solution is in making writing a part of life instead of a luxury in life, making it a habit instead of a hobby.
I used to love the holidays. It was magical and exciting. Now….now I find they are this strange production that takes a feat of strength and determination to organize and survive. However, when Christmas morning arrives, I find that I am still as giddy as a little child despite all the things I didn’t get… Continue reading What Can I give?