I started a writer’s workshop in my area last night. It’s actually the same writer’s workshop I had started right before getting pregnant but then life smacked me around a bit and I was too busy changing diapers to worry about changing voice in a novel manuscript. Sure, I’m a little black and blue but the bruises are healing and I’ve decided to keep life from bullying me once and for all. I’m ready to take charge. But if I just dusted off my hands and called it a day, I’d know I’d be lying to myself. The truth is, it’s never been easy for me to take on something new and see it through to fruition. I’ve often been known to be in the business of starting things but not necessarily finishing them. Volleyball camp sophomore year? Sweating and I don’t get along. Working at Target for two days during college? Red really isn’t my color. The blogging network I started several months ago? Um, managing stuff is hard. Read next feature >