Nothing got in the way of writing for those two years.
This is how silly it got. I went to the Farewell Bend's Writer's Group Christmas party the year before last for five minutes. Walked in, told them how excited I was to be writing, and then left. I still remember the looks of surprise.
What I was trying to do was say, "Hey, I'm part of this group and I appreciate you all and Merry Christmas" but it probably came across as abrupt and self-congratulating. But really, that five minutes was a huge concession!
I don't know if I'll ever recapture that first year. But I also think I'm probably a better writer today, at a slower pace.
I've been noodling with my Nobody is Killing Me! book, while I wait for the edit of Tuskers II to come back. Usually when I noodle with a book, it doesn't go very far. I'm just playing around.
But the ideas keep coming with this book, and I'm 10K words in, so it may actually turn into a book.
At some point I may decide to get serious and assign my 2K word count per day to it and just finish it. I think I started noodling with it because, though I was distracted through the holidays, I still wanted to do something.
I'm not worried about getting rusty.