Over the last few weeks, it finally has felt like I've somewhat been returning to form. I've attended workshops and produced crits and received rejections and -- yes -- even found time for a little bit of writing.
It's not exactly what I want, yet. (What is?) I'm waking up too early to get it all in, and ignoring many chores/duties which ought not be ignored, which makes me... a less than ideal husband and father. And I haven't made time for reading yet, which is huge for me, both personally and professionally. Still, and even if I cannot keep this pace up forever, I feel good for what I've done in this time. It's progress.
Speaking of happy things, a story of mine has received the Penn Cove Literary Arts Award. Yay! :)
All right, back to work.