you said you wanted challenge,
a push, a shove, a test of strength.
a new year . . . with pruning and practice on the front burner.
and then . . . moving it to the side, the back, and finally the bottom drawer.
it lives there forgotten, by routine and creature comforts.
yet the drawer is rich with soil, and the challenge grows unnoticed, bigger and bigger until it breaks its iron cage and demands your attention.
so you feed it, commitment for starters and a harsh red pen to quench the hunger.
dessert will depend on dedication.
as much as i’ve tried to avoid it, my resolution to turn my mind towards work on writing as craft this year is hounding me.
this week my chapter in the Frank Sinatra Lonergan saga is up – and let me tell you – a serial story is no cake walk. but what fun! check it out over at The Collective and be sure to read the great writing of the rest of the team. good people.