If you want to write, write.
If you want to play at it, find distractions.
I did just that and my writing suffered as a result. Not dramatically, but I felt I'd lost ground.
Not that I regret the distractions, they can still pull in an ace or two, maybe more, and it was my choice to let the writing suffer. I shouldn't have done that. I missed the camaraderie and interaction with other writers. Most of them have probably forgotten I'm even here. That's sad for me. I kept feeling pangs of remorse but did nothing about it.
Now I have listened to those pangs, and am ready to be welcomed back into the fold. And boy, am I glad I did. Things seem to be falling into place for me
So here I am, ready and willing to be welcomed back into the writing world if it will have me. But romance writers are a forgiving group, I'm sure it won't be too long before I'm back among them.
Before you think about leaving the nest, think again. Take stock of what's important to you.
Writing is more important to me than I realised.
So happy to be back. See you next week.