Writing

Yeah, I've been slacking again. Now that the rush of the holidays is over, I'm sitting back looking at my life and seeing the things that need to change or improve.

One of those things is my dedication to my writing. This is one area of my life that I really struggle with. I have had the drive to write since I was 9 or 10 years old. The problem is that this is something that I need to work at. Sometimes creativity flows out of me, almost uncontrollably. Other times, I need to really put in a lot of effort. It's during those times that require effort is when I allow it to fall by the wayside. I had a short burst of creativity this past autumn, and as soon as it got difficult, I dropped it again.

Part of me keeps nagging at me, saying that it's the things in life that require the most effort that are the most worth doing. My inner spoiled brat is balking at this, though. It's interesting to see these two dynamics inside my psyche at work.

My drive to write, and to create is something that I know I can either nurture and help to grow, or allow to dry up and blow away. It's already something that I regret about the last decade of my life; I can't allow it to continue to be a trend. It's just going to take some work.

Tomorrow afternoon I am going out by myself. I have a little shopping I have to do, but my main plan is to take my notebook and sit in a coffee shop, alone, and write. I'm going into it with no expectations, simply the goal to put pen to paper.

It's not a lot, but it's a start. And everything has to start somewhere.