The inner workings of a troubled mind.

Writing goals continued.

Real life gets in the way of my writing life. I feel like I live a double life sometimes. I imagine it is the same for other writers as well. Unless their life is writing twenty four seven, or they have figured out a way to merge the two, (If the latter is the case, PLEASE email me about it.) I am forced to put my writing life on hold most of the time to live my real life. Writing a novel when your a full time mom with two young ones, is not an easy task. At least it isn't for me. I know a few moms who are pumping out chapters every couple of days. Yes, I am jealous and also happy for them. In the last blog, I talked about my promise to write everyday. I talked about taking it one sentence at a time. Today, a year later, I am focusing on one paragraph at a time. Sometimes a chapter. I have made progress in small increments, working hard along the way and never giving up. Don't get me wrong, I have come close to calling it quits. On those quitting days, I deliberately put pen to paper and write anything. One random day, in a fit of exasperation, I threw down my recent "how to write" book, flipped open my lap top and searched the word writing. Like so many before me, Wdc popped up and my curious fingers clicked the link. A few months passed before I posted anything, and what I did post was experimental, testing the waters before I dove in. Soon after, my addiction with writing returned and with open arms I welcomed it. I discovered a blog to place my daily writings, and a handful of friends to help me along my journey.Fully immersed in this ocean of words, I remember the very day I put pen to paper and wrote the first line of my in progress novel, Earth Keeper. "The battle was over. Well almost..."
I have many more in the works, along with other small ideas, short stories, poems, and tiny snippets of bigger things to come. The point I am trying to make here is, although I started small, I have grown in a big way.
Still on track and no longer taking baby steps, I've advanced to baby leaps. My confidence is stronger, my writing is better, and my addiction to writing is rooted deep within my soul.
Writing is a way of life. I live to write, and life exists so I can write about it.
One chapter at a time.