All my life I have considered myself a reader not a writer. That all change the day I read my first H. P. Mallory book. Now I have immersed myself in the world of writing and seriously, needed to have my head examined. What was I thinking? No really, I have no idea! I avoided writing at all cost for most of my life...so why now? I ask myself.
Have you ever ran a mile, raised Sea Monkeys or programmed your DVR just to prove you could do it? I live my whole life by this concept. Not should I do it? Like the voice of reason looking for a way to prove self worth or purpose...But can I do it? Which is more of a personal challenge, void of any legitimate reason other than self-satisfaction.
I have challenged myself to write and in 4 1/2 weeks, I have written 30,000 words. Bringing me one-step closer to self-gratification and to my amazement a better understanding of how a story lives in each of us. Some nonfiction, some fiction and others complete fantasy. But only a few of us choose to put it in writing.
Great post! You are a natural.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck with your blog and your novel. I think that's pretty awesome that you've written that much in just a little over a month!
ReplyDeleteI have been writing for a long time, but I haven't really shared it with anyone like I do since HP brought us all together!
ReplyDeleteKeep on keeping on and best of luck! You've got a nice start to your blog now just keep on and write write write and carry it over to that book you've kept hidden in your mind *smiles* You can do it.
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