It’s a
funny thing about writing daily, you begin to see your ideas everywhere. When
Linda Urban tweeted out about the #WriteDaily30 group, I was hesitant to join.
I’ve written daily, of course, before. I have done the Slice of Life challenge
each year. Yet writing daily? In December? When I’m already overwhelmed and
stressed? That seemed like an insane idea.
And yet I
knew I needed to do it.
This fall
writing and I kind-of broke up.
Or maybe we
just had a falling out.
I’m still
not sure.
I had
written so much this summer. I had started a book, written blogs, articles,
curriculum, etc. Then, August hit. And everything dropped.
Family
healthy issues,
Commitments
to volunteering,
The start
of the school year,
Writer’s
block on my book.
I was
dreading writing each day. I was uninspired. And, to be honest, I looked at my
friends beginning the school year relaxed and I knew I wasn’t. I had so much on
my plate and never had any down time. So I stopped. Or, to be more accurate,
slowed down a bit.
In the
process, I fell out of love with writing.
The less I
wrote, the farther I moved away from it, the harder it was to get ideas when I
did decide I should – not wanted to, but should – blog. I began to question why
I did this blogging thing to begin with.
Then, like
a miracle, Linda’s tweet.
When I
signed on, I decided I just wanted to write daily.
Not on a
book,
Not on a
blog,
Not for a
time limit,
Not for a
word count goal.
Just write.
And I have.
Each day has ended up going up on my blog, but I didn’t set out to do that.
Just when I’ve been done, I have thought it fit there. I’m not requiring that
of myself, however. So there might be days in December I don’t post, but I will
write.
In writing
daily I have found my way back.
Ideas come
every morning as I open up the document. My journal has been stuck back in my
purse. Writing and I have made up, and I am so glad we have.
Thanks,
Linda.
