IT. IS. HARD. TO. BECOME. A. DISCIPLINED. WRITER.
There are a million books on how to be a good writer, many of which I have read and loved and been inspired to the moon and back by. But sitting down and making the magic happen is where the struggle gets really real.
This morning I outsourced the kids and finally found a moment of silence for the first time in almost a week.
But whenever I get these rare gems of time, it’s always a challenge to quiet my brain of all the “should’s and could’s” on the household to-do list to focus on the letters forming on the screen in front of me. (ESPECIALLY but not limited to when my house is a ball of mess and the Christmas
crap decor is littering and glittering every surface in sight)
Then, add in the 42 social networks I should be perfecting to build a rockin’ platform.
THAT ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH. Now I must combat the eyelash batting allure of the blogs I should be reading and the Pinterest boards that take my breath away.
THEN, as if those things were not enough to challenge my writer self-control, EVERY ALL THE STORES ARE SELLING ALL THE THINGS HALF OFF W/FREE SHIPPING AND FREE SPECIAL SURPRISE GIFTS THAT WILL OPEN UP THE HEAVENS.
To a recovering shopaholic (more on this to come), this is like a drug addict sitting in a room full of heroin and meth and cocaine, trying to write a poetic post about Lent.
Okay so maybe that’s a little bit extreme. I don’t think my shopping addiction is/was comparative to a heroin addict. (Not that I would know.)
But here I am nonetheless, sitting at my dining room table, exercising my writing muscle. I just closed a mystery number of tabs with carts half full never to be returned to again, because I don’t need any of it.
I’m starting here because there is NO BETTER PLACE TO START THAN WHERE YOU ARE. RIGHT. NOW. RIGHT HERE. JUST AS YOU ARE.
“Starting here” is a beautiful thing.
So I just want to share with you that you can do it. If I can do it, you can do it.
I don’t have a special chair that is magnetized to my butt (that would be really intense.) I don’t have a computer that locks me into WordPress until my blog is written (obviously). I don’t have a boss giving me deadlines. And I don’t have a perfect life!
But what I do have is a fire in my belly to change the world through words. I do have a messy kitchen, a lukewarm cup of energy in the mug beside me, and a smile in my heart. Because I just wrote a blog. And sometimes the first one in awhile is the hardest one to write.
I’m back on the horse, y’all. Giddy up!
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