I did have a little bobble with my creative writing, though. On Friday, a series of unfortunate events (I love that phrase, though I've never read the books or seen the movies) conspired to keep me from having the energy or the time to write. However, I think I can say I made up for it on Saturday, by writing almost as much on one day as I had during the entire week. I had been fooling around on an old fanfic that I'd abandoned about a year ago, but now I think I see a way to not only continue it, but also finish and maybe even post it. I can feel the creative juices coming back to life and starting to flow, slowly but surely.
I even felt so creative that I had an idea for a new Christmas story last night ... now if only I could remember what it was.
I can hardly believe it! I've been consistent for seven whole days! (See phrase above, "miracles will never cease.") I go to bed at night sort of purring contentedly to myself. I know I must watch out for pride, though, and resist the temptation to increase my goals to the point where they become either impossible or dangerous (or both.) Okay, the writing part is not dangerous, but I know from previous, painful experiences that I shouldn't try to walk too much until my body is used to it again. So I will try to rein myself in to a mere three strolls a week.