This blog was one of those middle of the night, in front of the mirror, “I’m going to do this,” sort of things. I bought the books, read all the things and by the end of the week I was watching television again, camped on the couch and telling myself I’d start again next week. And since the time I last wrote on this blog, my life has changed significantly. I had a child. He’s this amazing little boy who destroys me every time he smiles at me. And I know deep down that no matter what, I want him to believe that he can do anything he sets his mind to.
But what’s even more important than having an idea of a goal, is getting up every single day and setting out to do it. It’s not just having spurts of text after reading a good book, or having a week where you write every day, or doing Nanowrimo and then taking a short break that becomes a month, then two, then four. It’s about being consistent, day after day and having the stamina to keep going regardless as to the circumstances or what special writing month it is. Because that’s what writers do. We write.
I want to live by example. I want my son to grow up and see what I did and know that he can do it too. So here i am, ready to make it happen. In the last couple of months, a lot of things have fallen into place that tell me I need to be writing. Signs. My critique partner landed an agent. I got to meet with an agent I absolutely adore. I made friends with more writers. I found inspiration again but also realized that even when you aren’t inspired you need to keep writing. If I want to do this, if I want to be “a writer” I have to accept that this will be a job — one of those things you have to do whether you want to or not. It’s the 9-5 and the boss is the page and he wants words and you’ve run out of sick days so get your butt in that seat and get going.
So here I am. Butt firmly planted. Writing.