“I could sit here and tell you of all the things I don’t have the time to do anymore. I could sit here and explain every moment I’ve chosen to do something else over the one thing that keeps me going. However, what I’m going to do is tell you of all the things I’ve managed to accomplish. Surely, I sometimes still set unrealistic goals. Surely, I sometimes forget that I’m not capable of doing the impossible. Though, time and time again I fall in love with my words. During those faint moments of self-doubt, where I feel like I should be doing something else, I somehow always manage to find my way back.”
My writing is my home.
My writing is who I am.
My writing is everything I hope to be.
November is coming. I’m still incredibly unprepared for the writing I’m going to have to do in a few weeks. As productive as I’ve been lately, I’ve forgotten what it felt like to thoroughly enjoy a day where I felt like I had all the time in the world. Time is passing me by, (Come on, it’s already nearing the end of October!) and there are times where I feel like there aren’t enough hours in a day to do all that I wish to do. I’ve not made as much progress on my current novel as I would like, but I’ve got to make it known that I am indeed proud of what is there, and that could very well grow into something I’ll undoubtedly be proud of in the future.
It’s important to remember that there are things you can put off until later, and (I know) you want to get it all done as soon as possible. Take it from me, if you continue going at it without a moment to breathe, you may very well forget what it feels like to enjoy the time you do get for yourself. This past weekend, I did some shopping for myself. I got a massage for myself. I bought a dozen white roses for myself. Sometimes, these things are important, and I’ve managed to stray away from the likes of my google calendar for a few hours. No, I didn’t get everything done over the weekend, but I did enough. I’m prepared enough. I’m content with my progress.
I find that I get inspired at the oddest of times, and it happens without a warning in sight. i could never explain to anyone just how it happens, but when it does, I still feel like I need to drop everything and give it my all. Sometimes, I’m capable of doing so, but more often than not, that isn’t the case. I make a note, and I get back to it. I don’t make a note, and forget the note exists. I get back to it. You have to get back to it. For when you have the time to give it your all, utilize it.
“I’ve never been too good with keeping track of my life and all that I need to get done on a daily basis, but boy do I try. That effort got me to where I am today. That effort has impacted my life so much, my entire character has changed. I have grown, I have learned, and I’m prepared to absorb all the more. I’m prepared to write, and write I will.”