Forgive me, Robert Heinlein, for I have sinned.
It's has been over 90 days since I last committed new writing. And that was a poem I didn't finish. Adding word count to a revision or entering notes on an outline doesn't count. Or at least it feels like it doesn't count
In the past year I have started several short stories and poems, but haven't finished more than a few. I had good intentions, but we all know what is paved with good intentions. A few doesn't cut it. I should have been more diligent on finishing all that I start.
I am rewriting parts of the book I'm editing. While the edits are (mostly) based on the comments of beta readers, I have also added more and adjusted things that weren't commented on. So I have committed rewrite, not to editorial order.
Also in this last year I have let my regimen of submissions lapse to where nothing is in submission at the moment. And I have stopped submitting stories when I reach the end of what I considered markets that could either help my career or bottom line and I haven't had a sale. My trunked folder grows by leaps and bounds.
For all of these and more, I am truly sorry for my transgressions.