Yeah . . . me neither.
Although I'm finding lately that NOT writing for myself, either fiction or blogging, is really affecting my psyche. I feel like I'm holding everything together but myself. I'm starting to realize that it was probably the writing the kept me sane (happy, even) during those long years home with little ones and during those sleepless nights of newspaper delivering.
I still write plenty now, but it is lesson planning (for Sunday School too) and e-mail and Scouting related work. It isn't exactly what I'm talking about. My work with Aspiring Mormon Women helps, but even that is on a fairly tight deadline and for a very specific purpose.
Long walks and hours to write--this sounds like heaven to me.
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Me, too. Nice to hear from you, though, even if it's just a little bit.
I write long, thoughtful posts in my head (mostly sociological analyses of my kids' TV shows), but I'm too busy to write more than a quick blurb about my day, now and then.
To everything there is a season, I suppose.
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