Just have to keep it up I say to myself. Just do it. How do you ever expect to make anything as a writer if you don’t write? That is where I am today. I did get some great Christmas shopping done and a few other things that I needed to do, but it took me quite the long time to get around to writing.
See I have this problem, I like to procratinate and talk alot. I am full of …..well knowledge among other things. I have spent way too much time reading or “researching” how to do things instead of just doing them.
I started kettlebell training last February. I read a bit then got some small kettlebells. Then I read. and Read. And Read. Trained a little, and read a lot. If knowledge of the kettlebell were worth anything tangible, I would be rich. As it is I am somewhat stronger and do like to use them, but I spend way too much time reading about them and complaining about Jillian Michaels doing it wrong. Bah.
I am getting the same way about my writing. I am finally getting off of my duff to write a book that I hope can be published within a year. I have read tons of blogs on writing and blogs just to read. I have written very little. I have ideas, I have well researched dates to be somewhat historically accurate. I have barely 1000 words written.
I started this blog to write. To force myself to write something without consequences. To write something where the only deadline is midnight. To force myself to craft, to craft sentences that are coherent and a cohesive message each day. I can do it. I have always been able to write fairly well, at least that is smoke that has been blown at me since elementary school.
Hopefully I will accomplish a decent blog. I am going to work on it. I will at least write for me whether or not anyone else reads it. I owe ME that much. Maybe I will find something of myself in all of these pixels and HTML codes.