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New Year, New Changes...

It's always surprising the amount of time that can pass without us ever being aware. In the four months since my last post, so many things have happened in both my personal life and at work... many things happened even without my realizing it, some for good, others for the not-so-good. But, such is life. We are forced to take the good with the bad or to take nothing at all.

As things change around me, it has forced me to re-evaluate my place in everything. I have had to make some decisions concerning which path in life I am best suited for. And, it has convinced me to refocus my attention to my writing and the direction I would like to see my creative endeavors take.

It is clear to me, more now than ever, that writing is the path I want to take in my life. There are so many things that are welled up inside me, so many emotions, so many ideas, that I'm afraid I will tear myself apart if I do not find a way of expressing it all.

With publication in mind, I've taken several, albeit small, steps toward my writing future. I have signed myself up for a subscription to a well-known writing magazine as well as an online subscription to the writer's market website. I've joined a writing community forum and have been editing a short story for a competition next month. Several of these things have been long overdue, but, I have started them now and will continue to seek out new avenues that might help me in the future.

So, here's hoping that by year's end, I'll have a substantial portfolio to send off and a loaded arsenal of writing ideas and inspiration for future use!


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