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  • I made myself a promise in the new year. Not a resolution - I'm not like that. But a promise - to write more. To create.

    I work hard all week long at my day job. Nights and weekends became my time to write for me.

    And I have written. When I look back at the stories I've told, here on Cowbird and on my blogs, I can see that I've accomplished what I set out to do, and more. I have written.

    But at what cost? Did I ever think of that, when I began?

    Driving myself - pushing myself to publish every day - has taken its toll. A paragraph here, a phrase there... and all of a sudden I wake up every morning with a word headache as well as a literal one, dreading the day ahead.


    So now I revise my promise. Pick apart its tangled threads, looking for an end. Or a beginning.

    Handfuls of letters spill off my keyboard, unraveled.

    Time to knit a new pattern...

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