A thought…

Sometimes, when you’re looking for a particular type of story and you know all the adjectives that should describe it but you just can’t find it… you have to write it.

The tiny tornado that waltzed through my yard.

Well, my life got turned upside down just over a month ago and I’ve been trying to turn it right side up ever since.  A tiny tornado waltzed through my yard (my sister thinks that should be a picture book or something) and demolished my carriage house then threw the roof at my house.  I was home with the baby and I want to write about that night, but I only got about half of it out at my last writer’s group meeting.  It has been sitting in my bag, half finished, ever since.  It was an interesting experience, one I have no desire to duplicate ever again, but one I intend to make use of in my writing.  Ah, there’s the rub.  I haven’t been making time for my writing.  That has to change.  I hereby resolve to make some time, every day, no matter how small, to move my writing projects forward.  I have a lot I want to do this year and I may not get it all done, but I won’t get any done if I don’t start doing something every day.  Wish me luck.