Somewhere in this jar is a scrap of paper that says “write every day.” That’s mine.
So, one of my goals for 2014 is to write more and write every day. No matter what. The reasons are mainly to polish my craft, and ultimately, to really get into writing the children’s book and the novel that have been brewing in my head for the past two years.
Write. Every. Day.
I know there are going to be days I don’t feel like it. Days I’m uninspired, or that I have a migraine that’s giving me what I call “mibraine,” or I’m too busy to even think about what to write, let alone sit down and do it. But I’m going to try. Even if it’s just three things in my gratitude journal (which is another “goal” of mine), a Facebook musing or a short post on my blog, some writing will be done.
It’s been a rough year and a half. That, I’ll need to write about someday. But today is just a start to get those rusty wheels cranking. I’m surprised I even remember how to post a blog post. (Is that even the right way to say it?) My poor, neglected blog. Just sitting here, with not one new word put on it since, what, last January? Or two Januarys ago? I don’t even know. And since I pay $9.95 a month for the space to park it on the Internet, heck, I might as well use the thing. Even if nobody is going to read it. It’s like exercise, and nobody needs to see me do that to reap the benefits. (Trust me, these days, that’s not a pretty sight to behold anyway.)
So that was it. I did it. Yay, me! Some days, my posts will be long and thoughtful. Some days, short and full of a bunch of nothing. Like this. But it’s all good. It’s a start. I would’ve felt like a real loser failing at my 365 Goal on Day One.