Writing is the second most important thing in my life--my daughter is first. For many years, I hid my writing in dark covered journals, using code words that, now, I cannot decipher. After years of teaching writing and publising articles on teaching writing, I finally looked at my non-academic pieces as things that others may want to read. I am no longer a teacher, or an editor, or a ghost-writer. I am an author. Pleased to meet you.
The final Footlights activity of 2011 is completed. So now I have breathing space, writing time, and inspired panic. I'm not out of ideas, don't have "writer's block." I have so many ideas and projects that I don't know where to begin. So, consequently, I do not begin. Is this procratination?