[My Leap Year is a 12-month life project (begun 11/01/07) at the end of which I intend to be writing full-time. 365 small steps = 1 giant leap.]

First off, I support the writers’ strike. Due especially to where I believe it’s all heading (here, here and here). But on a practical level it means my wife is out of work, so we will be returning to LA from NYC until the whole thing is resolved. Combine this mini-move and the requisite packing and preparations with my last week of work here, our normal bi-coastal holiday travels and a death in the family yesterday and I’ve done barely any writing since Monday, and probably won’t again until next Tuesday.

But small seasons like this within the timeframe of a personal goal are normal. Life still has to be lived while pursuing something like full-time writing. And it’s that living that gives us material to write about in the first place. No one writes in a vaccuum.