I can’t even begin to describe the relief I feel after putting my novel to sleep (wrote about that in the previous blog post).

I know I have struggled with it for longer than I should have, and maybe I would have finished it by now if I had abandoned my struggles in January. Who knows?

I feel free now to write what I want to write, and that’s both exhilarating and scary.

I have notes for two short stories I would like to edit this month, but my mind is not in an editing kind of headspace, mostly because I’m still recovering from an IBS flare-up and my energy levels are low.

So, I’ve given myself permission to freewrite some things, this month. I wrote the start of a short story that could turn into a novella, and I like where it’s going. I have a vague idea for another story as well.

I will probably also write some posts for my blogs, too, as times like this usually bring up posts on the regular.

All in all, I feel like a writer again, and not a struggler. And this thought alone makes me want to head back into Bear and let my fingers find their way into new tales.

Very exciting prospect!