For the second straight night, I'm blogging only because my wife is making me.
Both yesterday and today, I was happy to skip a day, and keep doing what I was doing rather than head upstairs to write. Since I'm ostensibly doing this one-post-a-day thing for my own benefit—to get me back into a rhythm and some semblance of a writing schedule—I figured no one would really care if I missed one.
As usual, I was wrong. This may be a goal I set for myself, but my wife isn't about to let me fail.
That's right, she's a bigger supporter of me than I am.
A post every day in January may not seem like much, but it's more about what it represents. Once we're through to February, my next goal will be a finished novel. And I know she won't let me fail at that, either.
Thank you, Denise. Never stop pushing me. (Except literally. I bruise easy.)