I knew something was going on when I found myself irritated this morning glancing at my emails.
Many of them were from various writers and bloggers, literary agents and the like. Grrrr. Then I knew what it was: all these well-meaning talented writers were entering my psyche because I had invited them. All of them had something to teach me, tips, inspiration, and sometimes something to sell, too. All of them were reminders that, no matter how well-meaning I was to have them as my email consultants, I WAS NOT WRITING.
Yes, I realize I put that in all caps.
A simple realization yet a wake-up call. Time to write (this simple inquiry is just a warm-up).