Lately I've been thinking a lot about what it means to move forward, in many aspects of life. In some ways I've moved forward by leaps and bounds, in other aspects I'm stuck. When it comes to my writing, I'm trudging through thick mud, struggling to put one foot in front of the other, to take even one new step. I did finish print galleys this week, but that wasn't writing. That was proofreading. Never before have I struggled so hard to take just one step forward. I have goals. Plenty of goals. I make promises to myself. I want to move on to better things so I guess I'd better follow Teddy's advice and muster that labor, that painful effort, that grim energy and that resolute courage. Help me, peeps. I need your words of encouragement!
