It's definitely spring around here, and all the accompanying chaos is in full swing. I believe I have a niece graduating from the local community college this afternoon, but between a spring cold and all my after-work obligations, I just need to sit. Daylight hours are getting longer, and the world seems intent on filling the time with its priorities instead of mine. Mine being to write. Maybe.
I've been giving my writing career a great deal of thought lately. It's filled with plurals of Maybe.
The month of May is aptly named -- it's a month of possibilities. A good time to ponder.
My agent and I are semi-scheduled for a long gab-fest soon. She's in the midst of moving mayhem.
Y-Chromo is finally enrolled in the college of his choice (so many from which to choose!), and we're gearing up for his high school graduation, with the many many accompanying events stealing my writing time, and occasionally, breathing time. And when we do things together as a family, I ask myself, "Is this the last time the four of us will go to the theater/attend a concert/whatever together?" Then I sniffle. Then he does something totally infuriating, and I forget he's grown up and leaving, and just spew the anger.
Back to my writing, because this is a writing-related blog, I'm considering a move I never would have considered several months ago. I have solid reasons for going in a particular direction, not the least of which is my accountant. Gotta love those bean counters. I'm not going to do anything until I speak to my agent, tho'.
Never burn bridges or dismiss possibilities. What isn't right for you now, six months from now, ten years from now, may suddenly become the right move. Because motivations change, even when priorities don't.
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