I finished Flash Fiction Month. I did a story every day even though I study, hold two jobs, my cat was killed by a coyote, my grandma was hospitalized, there were birthdays, a marathon D&D game, and training for a third job. And all this through getting 6 hours of sleep or less every night for two weeks due to the collective above.
I sat down and wrote a story with absolutely no advance ideas, every time, every day.
I can write through depressive fogs, lack of sleep, no time, work demands, and while assisting the elderly.
So, you know what?
I think I've got some pretty good writing discipline.
Next, NaNoWriMo. I'll be disappearing into research, again. I'm reasonably certain NASA still won't talk to me, but I've been stalking them for months now, so I know a lot more than I did last year.
Also, a 2-year-overdue oil painting is owed to a good man. I will be needing to draw an awful lot of naked ladies.
Thank you for listening, my microcosmic but valued watchers.