One of the things that I have been struggling with this year, actually for a little more than a year, actually, is writing regularly.
I think that I attended my writing group twice in 2009. I used to go religiously. I need to give myself a good, firm kick in the pants with sharp, pointy shoes.
Instead of writing, I finished making the ice cream I started yesterday. I went to work for a few hours. I bought some herbs. I wasted time on Facebook. I drank a gin gimlet.
But I came back here and these few words are progress.