Not so much.
In fact, not at all.
I used to write every day. 500 to 1,000 words a day. And I churned out a novel (well, most of a novel) at that rate in a few months. It wasn't a very good novel, in fact I'll probably scrap it and return to my first novel; I'm much more invested in that one.
But wait, did you notice in that last sentence I implied that I was returning to writing? 'Cause I am.
My Georgia is four months old now and life has settled down into something resembling a predictable pattern and Amelia still naps during the day, kind of, and it's just time.
And you know another reason I need to start writing seriously again?
Because when I write, I run. It's true. Somehow in my brain the two activities have been linked together and if I do one, I feel inspired to do the other. If I skip one, well, the other falls off almost without question.
So. Here's to writing. And running.
And I desperately, desperately need both in my life again.
Because these two lovely ladies deserve me at my best:
And I'm better/happier/healthier/cuter/patienter when I'm being creative.
So next time you see me, ask me, "Are you writing?" And I had better say, "Yes."