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A New Year, A New Blog

I'm embarrassed by how long it's been since I've posted. It turns out I'm completely incapable of keeping up a blog while working full-time. This new year brought a welcome fix: I am now only working part-time! I shifted in order to create more time for writing. This is only week two of the grand experiment, and I definitely would not say I have the hang of it yet, but I'm thoroughly invested in the learning process.

So, while I've carved out two whole week days for writing and working on my novel-in-progress, I also want to get back to blogging. Because I've missed it, and I actually think it serves my writing well. I still often think in blog posts; this would make a good story, I wish I had somewhere to express this, that sort of thing. Novel writing is a long commitment to one story--it's very satisfying to punctuate that with a completely different way of storytelling. I realize blogging is dead. We're all supposed to be InstaSnapping instead. But I'm happy being unfashionably behind the times on this.  

What to expect: writing about writing, writing about reading, processing the current state of affairs (read: I am not pleased) while trying to hold on to the good, writing about work (now that there's less of it I feel like I finally have time to be reflective about it), and writing about what catches my attention and demands to be written about. I look forward to digging in.


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