I am back in rare form...and cannot wait to get in shape.

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Years ago when the block hit me (writer's block that is) I began to wonder if I was ever trully meant to be a writer. Maybe it was just a dream of seeing my name in print. Maybe it was just a way to escape from life. Maybe it was just a thing I could do to show others I was more than what the thought they saw. Maybe, just maybe it was all of those things...that lead me to the block. And the weight. And the years wasted on "woe is me's". But something clicked in me a couple of years ago shortly before my 30th birthday. Where most women start freaking out over the number I got a subtle feeling that my life was about to change after I achieved that age. Call it enlightenment, call it false hope. Call it what you want. But ironically it all did begin to change. I lost and kept weight off. I grew up a lot. I learned to forgive and somewhat forget and I learned to keep my mouth shut when the time being called for it. All of these things I have learned now allow me to see the little things in life for what they are. I noticed this awhile back, but when I brought it up with friends they thought I was crazy. But artist know that deep down you have to have the introspective eye for not only the future but the past and present. Today, I wrote non-stop for three hours producing in the end two chapters of my novel in the works. I was beginning to worry last week because like most attempts I dove in head strong and then it went away as fast as it came to me. But not this time. My girls in my novel are becoming real. The men in my novel are slower, but with given time they will shape up. And the overall theme is completely coming into focus...as in I can see where the next chapter will lead. My goal is to complete five Chapters by Christmas. I think I can do this considering I did two today in one sitting. I am eager now for my days off to focus on the work. I only hope when the time comes (which I know it will) I will gain the courage to join a writing group in my area. I am not even sure where to start looking, but I am guessing the public library would be a great start. So how far are you future novelist in your writing adventure? Setting any goals for yourself this year? Or next year?