So, it’s been a little secret around here of late, and something I’ve hinted at in a few of my posts but I’ve been having trouble writing lately. This isn’t a cry for help or pity, merely a statement of fact. I know who’s fault it is that I’ve not been writing, and while I don’t like it I can certainly justify it. There’s been a ton of upheaval in the house lately, including the death of someone dear to me, and the chaos has left me floundering for a way back into my writing.

But sorry-feeling time is over. Writers write, as the adage goes, and if I am still serious about writing (I am) then I need to be doing that very thing. This is why I give so much thanks for my spouse and my writing partners, because without them, it would be nigh impossible to climb back on the wagon once more. They are the gadfly and badger that keeps me bent over the keyboard and pushes me to keep going. I don’t believe in Writer’s Block, but I understand that sometimes it’s tough to make the monkey mind sit up and behave. Writing is work, and I’ve always considered it such. A necessary work, mind you, as without it all these stories build up in my brain until my head exploded. That would leave a mess, and regardless of the look of my office at the moment, messes are not conducive to well-being.

So this is my public promise / comment – I’m back on the wagon. I’ve been reviewing my manuscript, and I figured out how to patch the holes in it that have been vexing me. Soon, I’ll even be making forward progress again.  I have ideas for a half-dozen stories clamoring for my attention in the back of my head, so hopefully 2011 will look a little shinier than the last half of 2010 did.