Hopefully May will be better.
I haven't been the most productive, but today I knuckled down to write Deliverance, my contest entry which I abandoned many times. I've already noticed and fixed up a bunch of errors since posting, but no doubt that I've missed some.
I'm at a cross roads at the moment with work and writing. Part of me is excited about the possibility of taking on more responsibility, but another part of me realizes that the more I get into my psychology job, the further I drift away from my loved one and my writing. I don't know whether the human examples I have come across lately are role models or cautionary tales.
Writing today reaffirmed my love for it and made me realize the importance of structuring my life around time to write. It was the original goal when I came to Hervey Bay, but in the last ten months or so, I seem to have lost it. I've taken on too much, which has reduced my focus on writing significantly. The scary part is that I don't know if my writing will get me anywhere. I can see clear career progression with psychology, but writing is a great unknown. The rejection of Vert Glace by numerous agents doesn't help. Do I sacrifice security to pursue a dream? It's odd. My younger self always expected my older self to have more answers, but I only find myself with more and more questions and ambiguity.