Writing Every Day

I'm writing again.  I have to keep telling myself that it doesn't have to be perfect and I can't compare myself with anyone else.

I absolutely love writing and creating and the excitement that comes what a character comes clearly into focus. So my goal for 2013 is to WRITE EVERY DAY. It doesn't matter if it is good, or great, or just one sentence or one paragraph. I simply must write.

Here is the beginning of a new idea for a novel... and I wrote it today, January 1, 2013. Goal accomplished!


Regrets

He slowly rose from the old recliner sitting in the corner of the living room. Grunting as he pushed his six-foot-two muscular frame into a standing position, he finally noticed that everything was quiet. The sun had retreated hours before and all traffic on the street was long gone. What time was it? Late. Too late to call. Too late to do anything except to think and to feel like his gut was being ripped out through his chest.

His body was screaming with built up tension. Giving in to the realization that his shoulders and neck were deeply knotted, he reached up and began massaging where it hurt most in hopes he might bring about some relief. Not sure how long he had been sitting, staring out into the street, his body now was certainly letting him know it had been too long.

Stomping his feet, he struggled to get the blood flowing again. What was I thinking? He pondered. How could I have been so stupid? Shaking his head, and exhaling with a sigh, Jackson Solomon Hartford Jr. knew his life was never going to be the same. He had screwed up. He had screwed up bad. Now he had to face the music.

Or he could run.

Shaking his head again, he tried to break loose an easy solution in the genius brain of his. No luck. His thoughts went around and around with no clear path to resolution. There is no way to fix it! There is no answer! Maybe I should just go. That would be the easiest. His eyes glazed over and he became completely unaware of his surroundings. Except that it was dark. And it was cold. And he was alone. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with the knowledge that he had ruined everything.