It started slowly. I reviewed my WIP, began journaling daily - more or less. I wrote in that journal for longer and longer periods of time, and began flexing those writer muscles.
Last night, I woke up, and had an idea for a short story. I got out of bed, wrote the beginning, and made enough notes on the rest that I would be able to get back to it later.
Finally. Finally. Finally.
I've gotten back in the groove again. I'm not fiddling around with reading, blogs, and wasting time sleeping. I have a purpose, and one that is worthwhile.
Life is good.
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