Back to school.

There is only one other time when so few words held so much sway over my life. Back in 1983, I said, “I do,” a couple of times, and I’ve been haunted by it ever since. I am officially back to school on Wednesday. How will that affect my writing?

I think I write with more focus when I’m teaching. During the summer, I know I have time to waste. I can check my email. Repeatedly. I can update my facebook and check on my students and former students. I can browse blogs of friends and fellow writers. I can do everything except write.

During the school year, my free time becomes a limited commodity. I use it wisely. When I sit down to pound out a few new pages, that is exactly what I do. Evenings are the best. Jeff works on running the stable or puzzles out a sudoku, and I prop my laptop in my lap and beat the keys.

I still haven’t decided which story to send in for the Golden Hearts. I suppose I will decide when I see how much progress I make on the paranormal in the next month. I’ll keep you posted.

So, I’m heading back to school. Maybe it’s just what I need.