The sign...

When I last wrote, I mentioned all the major changes currently going on in my life and all of the things I thought might be occurring in the near future. I've spent the last month or so contemplating on whether or not writing fit into that plan.
I'm a crazy person who believes in fate. I also believe if you want something bad enough you can make it yours because it is your destiny. And if you had asked me five years ago, when I first started this blog, I would have told you that being a writer was my destiny. I wanted it bad. I blogged on a regular basis about writing for the school paper, taking writing classes, writing comic reviews, writing freelance fiction articles, starting a novel with my best friend, writing comic book scripts, writing short stories, completing my first novel, going to my first (and only) writing convention, the countless submissions, the hundreds (literally) of rejection letters and getting my first piece of fiction published.
It's been amazing but over the past few years priorities changed for me. And while my personal life has gone from depressing to blissful, writing has fallen to the side.
And I've went back and forth about whether it was time to just let go.
Yet, I held on for some reason. And yes, while I believe in fate and destiny, I also believe in signs. I kept looking for one but nothing.
So I made a deal with myself to put this internal writing struggle to an end. I would make my own sign. Jenni had sent me a link a while back to a writing contest with a December deadline. The deal I made was that I would write something new or take something old, whatever I thought was my best piece of work, and I will send it. If it makes it, I will continue to write. If not, then I am retiring.

But before I could even get that far the sign came...