“Fictioning” is a word I made up. I could use writing, but that’s not what I mean. I mean “writing fiction”. Fictioning is just funnier.
I am not the best writer. I don’t pretend to be, I don’t see myself as ever being a great writer. Doesn’t mean I don’t love it, and it sure as heck doesn’t mean that if I had the opportunity to make a living doing just that, I wouldn’t take it. Because I would. In a New York minute.
My point is, I haven’t written anything fiction in a very long time. And I miss it.
I’ve been on leave for almost six weeks, it’s almost over, and I’ve not written any significant fiction in that whole time. When I try to sit and think about it, a baby cries and I must attend to her. I’m a mother now, so it comes with the territory.
I have two days left before I return to work. I hope to get at least a small amount of fiction pumped out for your reading pleasure before I go back. I don’t expect much.
On another note, I hope to post more Black Friday as well before I go back.