Appalachian Writer's Workshop

I'm here.  I know, I know...I have completly stopped blogging this summer. It's NOT been the summer of writing that it was supposed to be.  I've had personal issues, family issues, but mostly motivation issues.  As wonderful as TMWW was, it really killed my current novel for me.  I hadn't realized up until that point how much of it REALLY wasn't working.

But, I'm here.  I'm nestled in to the banks of Troublesome Creek surrounded by family (not of the blood kind, of the ink kind, and don't you dare walk up in this place and say blood is thicker than ink).  I'm floating.  I am a cliche.  I'm happy, and smiling, and hugging old friends.  I'm savoring the best tea on earth, and already I feel the need to write.  I'm not going to though!  I'm going to go upstairs and join the square dancing fun, and feel the community.  I'm going to join hands with old friends and new friends, wanna-be's like myself and successful, working authors.  We are going to celebrate that we have come together to practice this writing lifestyle that we have chosen to chase.  We are going to laugh and spin and feel not only our own life blood coursing through our veins, but the life of those around us.  And then...

tomorrow...we will write.