I spent another weekend reading. I only plowed through 6 books, but I did managed to draft a few more pages for one of mine.

My writing student reminded me that I am being rather neglectful of my own words. I have written so much at my job, often either without notice or with dismissal. I had not realized that I had shut down at home as a result. Whether or not my dream for those words ever comes to fruition, I am refreshed and revitalized when I have taken the time to given into the muse that visits when my fingers touch the keyboard with the intent to craft tale of the characters that reside in my head.

May I be ever mindful of her reproach this trip around the sun and give the gift of words to myself at least as much as I do to my job...