I bet millions of people have checked out this blog in the MONTHS since I last wrote on it. And then they left.
Yup, they read the title, realized I was serious about this whole not writing stuff, and left.
I don't blame them.
One could say that I took my own words too seriously. Yup. I seriously decided I wouldn't write anymore (dammit!) and seriously took steps to make sure I didn't.
But one would be wrong.
You see, I didn't write here because I didn't take my writing seriously. I had decided NOT to be serious about my writing. As a result, I didn't write. Day after day, night after night, opportunity after opportunity, I let the voices in my head talk my out of writing.
Not anymore.
I vow, from this day forward, to take my writing seriously. Seriously, I do. I changed my profile. I quit my job. I have been slowly weeding all sorts of distractions out of my life to make sure I have room for writing, to make sure I have time to take writing seriously.
So, if you've checked back here a few times, come again. I'll be here. And if you just happened on this blog by chance, come back.
Or don't. Either way, I'm seriously writing.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Play Day
Finally, after three and a half months of straight work, I have a day off.
Okay, sure, I need to vacuum... and do dishes... and mop that floor that's still sticky from our party over the weekend... and I'll keep going on that to-do list if I don't stop myself now.
But that's just it. I'm stopping myself RIGHT NOW.
I will do dishes. I'll neaten up some. I'll do whatever I can before I take the kids to school for their last school day of the week. But as soon as my kids have been dropped off, the have-to's end. I'll have my paints and brushes and paper set out before we leave for school--I'll even set out a nice clean glass of water--and from the moment I step back in, it'll be time to play.
Not making pies for Thanksgiving. In fact, all the cooking I need to do will be on that day itself. If I play my cards right (and don't give in to guilt) I'll be painting and writing tomorrow, too. Maybe watching a movie. Or reading a book.
It's crucial that I play for the next few days. And that I avoid stores on Friday at all costs.
And play. And play some more.
What about you? Will you play?
Okay, sure, I need to vacuum... and do dishes... and mop that floor that's still sticky from our party over the weekend... and I'll keep going on that to-do list if I don't stop myself now.
But that's just it. I'm stopping myself RIGHT NOW.
I will do dishes. I'll neaten up some. I'll do whatever I can before I take the kids to school for their last school day of the week. But as soon as my kids have been dropped off, the have-to's end. I'll have my paints and brushes and paper set out before we leave for school--I'll even set out a nice clean glass of water--and from the moment I step back in, it'll be time to play.
Not making pies for Thanksgiving. In fact, all the cooking I need to do will be on that day itself. If I play my cards right (and don't give in to guilt) I'll be painting and writing tomorrow, too. Maybe watching a movie. Or reading a book.
It's crucial that I play for the next few days. And that I avoid stores on Friday at all costs.
And play. And play some more.
What about you? Will you play?
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