Ever since I was a small child, I was considered to be gifted in the way of articulation. Whether it was on paper, or by mouth, it was a talent I posessed. In the 8th grade, my english teacher told me that I had some of the smoothest writing he'd ever seen in a person my age. As I got older however, I didn't improve upon myself. I didn't graduate from mainstream school, I didn't go to college, and I never got a "real" job. I hopped around from one 'dream' to the next, never really finding fulfilment in any of it. I became a mother 3 years ago, which was a true calling for me, and I couldn't be happier. However, as the days pass, the whispering inside of me about writing again gets louder and louder. I have written hundreds of amazing books... in my head. When I put pen to paper, however, I'm stuck. I can see it, feel it, but I can't write it down how I read it in my mind's eye.
I discovered Lionel Ritchie in my shower when we remodeled our bathroom about 2 years ago. Am I crazy? Perhaps. But this is actually a little sliver of marble on my shower wall that absolutely looks like Lionel circa 1987. Moustache, hair, you name it. So I started talking to him. Running my thoughts by him, if you will. And it has gotten me to this point - I'm trying to get over a writer's block by starting my writer's blog. If it doesn't rekindle my ease of writing, maybe nothing else will. But this is me, dedicating myself to completing SOMETHING that I've started, and pursuing getting it published. I feel like it is something that I have to do.
So I'm pledging my goal here in my writer's blog....
I want to complete, and attempt to publish something by my 30th birthday. As I turned 28 six months ago, I'm definitely pressed for time. But it's now or never, and I want it to be the now. So wish me luck.

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