I made it a month. . . And failed. Although, I wouldn't really call it a failure, more of a re-alignment. Right before 2018 hit us I vowed to read 24 books this year (which is the consistent never met rollover goal), a short story every week with a review, and then a bunch of writing, both short stories and novels. Well, I'm a month in, give or take a week, and up until last Sunday I've been consistent with reading and critiquing short stories. . . . And that's about it.
I can't really complain because a lot of good things have happened. However, because of a few additions to my schedule I needed to take a step back and reevaluate a few things. Realign the priorities. So, because I haven't gotten nearly as much writing done as I've wanted to, I'm dropping the weekly short story review in favor of devoting that time to my own projects. I know, your inboxes thank me. I'll still post when I read a few here or there to BS about them, but nothing on a regimented schedule. I want to get more words on the page then I have been and this will probably help a little bit.
If you haven't already, feel free to check out Songs We Play When We Pretend We're Ourselves. Reception's been good thus far and I'm really happy about it. So thank you to everyone who read it and shot me a message with what you thought.
Until next time! Cheers everyone.