Now that I’ve relinquished my responsibility as an editor and publisher, I’m no longer inundated with story submissions. I no longer have the pressure of a bi-monthly publication deadline or the stress of compiling, proofing, and managing an online magazine. I have ‘me‘ time. Blissful free time. To write. To brainstorm story ideas, plot twists. To explore new interests. So what have I done since August 1st? What did I accomplish? Well … I’ve rearranged my home office. Bought a new faux-leather, swivel chair. New file folders. Colored pens and index cards. Two large bulletin boards. I joined a few social networking groups: Twitter, Facebook, Linked In. Met and emailed tons of new writer friends. Attended several local and out-of-state writing conventions. And I’ve procrastinated. Yep. Like my dear, alter-ego Phil Adams, I’ve done everything but write.
Why? When I was so excited to plunge back into novel writing, how could I sit in my office, in my new faux-leather, swivel chair, and no produce one paragraph or sentence of prose? My simple answer ~ I’ve taken up script reading. I may not be writing, but I venturing into a whole new realm of artistic expression. And I’m liking it.