I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been writing again, something that is near and dear to my heart. If I close my eyes and envision my perfect life it’s one where I can write, and read, and talk about writing and reading, all day long…it would sustain me emotionally, financially, the written word is that important to me.
It’s only in the last year that I’ve taken ownership of my failure to make that fantasy a reality. It was easier to point out all the things I had to do to provide for my family and all the responsibilities I had being a mother. I raised my children to believe they they could do and be anything they wanted, and that if they loved what they did it would never be work, but I didn’t practice what I preached.
I’ve also taken ownership of my desire to be a writer, to transform my passion for the written word and in the last couple of weeks the story has come to me. It’s always in my head, twisting and turning and working itself around nearly every thought. Finally this week I started a new folder, setup my tracker and my notes and opened a blank document. I formatted it and just let my fingers sit on the keyboard. That was Monday
It’s Friday and the count is….
Sometimes it flows fast, sometimes it doesn’t, and I want to say I won’t give up until it’s done. Not in the middle, not after the first draft, but done done. Edited, formatted for epub and selling.
I did say it didn’t I?
I won’t give up until it’s done, edited and formatted, and selling.