On the road again

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I have been waiting to get on the road again. The road to writing. Guess what? I found it!!! I can't even begin to explain what a relief it is.

I went to my 4th ever writer's conference this weekend. Since I've only been "seriously" writing since 2006, I'm thinking that's a pretty good record (for me anyway). I spent the week before trying to talk myself out of it. I was on the verge of giving up, throwing in the towel, accepting the fact that I was just an everyday, ordinary person, with a 9 to 5 job, husband, kids, mortgage, and too many bills to even worry about. I was close to accepting that as my life. I have knitting and my girls in my Wednesday night class, do I really need the stress of writing too?

The only thing that kept me from NOT cancelling the conference was the fact that my aunt and uncle paid for it as a Christmas present this year. I couldn't waste their money.

I AM SO GLAD I GOT OVER MYSELF AND WENT.

It was the most fulfilling experience I've had in a long time. I fill recharged, rejuvenated, refocused, ready to go! I've written something three days in a row! That's the most I've done at one time this whole year. I even tried to procrastinate and surf the net tonight. I read some of the most stupidest news stories. That's right, I said stupidest. I finally listened to that little voice in my head that told me to get off the Internet and open up my manuscript. I ended up fixing the prologue and working through chapter 14.

I'm on the road again, and I'm not going to think about where it takes me. I'm just going to enjoy the ride. Something I should have been doing this whole time.