I’ve been a rather crap blogger lately, blogging basically only pictures of our day to day things…
I’m sorry for that. I used to write, actually write things. It’s hard to break away from the boys to write, and lately when I can I’ve been devoting time to a little writing project I’ve been working on…
I’m excited about this little writing project of mine, but I’m not sure where it’s going to go…or how far I’ll get before I give up.
I know. It’s horrible, isn’t it? For someone who dreams of publishing a book, of holding that book in paperback or hardcover copy…I’m all over the place with my writing.
I have so many different ideas, and sometimes they cross over and then the stories have way too much going on.
For instance, I started writing a novel three days ago. Sent the first bit of the chapter to Elizabeth, then changed everything about it. I’m basically working on an entirely different novel, a different idea.
One that is difficult to write, but I want to write it. It’s about mothers with mental illnesses.
I’m probably going to change everything about it again.
I suppose I can be thankful that I’m writing again, I’m dedicating time and energy to trying to bring my ideas and characters to life.
I know Matt wants me to pursue writing. He wants me to follow my dream and he knows that my one consistent dream has been to become a writer, to publish a book and see my name in print.
So, here’s to getting even less sleep while I write more.
And I’m sorry for being so vacant here…
I’ll try to dedicate at least one post with deep substance and meaning each week.
This counts, right?