This December I quit a load of things to make more room for writing fiction.
I finally came to accept that Iwasspreading myself too thin. I’ve known it for some time, and worked hard through 2016 trying to juggle all my jobs.
At times, I pulled it off, andit seemed amazing that I could do so much. In other cases, I failed andlet people down.
And sometimes—more often than I wantto admit—my stories fell through the cracks. That made me saddest of all.
My commitments were competing with each ot...
Published on December 26, 2016 22:44