New Goals

I have heard myself refer to being a writer in my dream life twice in the past couple of weeks. It was less than two years ago that I actually called myself a writer. Now I seem to have forgotten that I have actually written a book. One hundred and eighty pages, six chapters of which I have edited...and all of it is sitting on my old computer, inside a computer case, at the bottom of my closet. And beyond the book, there are dozens of short stories and several plays. All tucked away somewhere while I focus on teaching and grad school.

But now that I've heard myself referring to this so-called "dream life," I have decided it's high time I bring all of those words out again. I do love the blog, it's a great way to share my day-to-day with distant friends and relatives, and to connect with all sorts of people with common interests. But I love writing in a different way that cannot be fully met by typing in a few paragraphs every couple days. Writing used to be a part of my daily life in a very real way that I miss. So, the old computer is coming out so I can transfer a few files, and make that dream life more of my real life once more.