I’m terrible, it seems, with blogs. I have a bad habit of creating them only to let them sit around for days, weeks, or months at a time. In hope to remedy that, I have been trying to break my bad habits. One is to try to use a blog more, and keep it regularly updated. For me, regular is at least once a week. I’ve also starting journaling on occasion to keep myself writing on the days I don’t feel like it, and to also have a “hard copy” of something that will remind me of the struggles I’ve faced, and overcome, in my life as a writer.
A while back I read a book about being a writer. The book, which is called You Are a Writer, really helped me to realize something that I had been doubting for many years: that I am a writer. For the longest time I thought saying the words meant you had a publishing contract, or you had sold at least one book. Well, that’s wrong. A writer is someone who writes for the pure joy of writing. It isn’t measured in how many books you have completed, published, or sold. It’s about one thing and one thing only: writing. I used to use “aspiring writer”, but nowadays I simply tell people I’m a writer.
Because I am.
In 2012 I finished my first ever rough draft. I had started projects and stopped them, and never finished anything in my life. I haven’t a single clue how to begin editing the thing, and creating something out of it that I can be proud to show off to friends and family. Do I think it’s worthy of publishing? I don’t know. Do I love it and feel accomplished? Yes.
I already have two more books planned, making it a trilogy. The second book will begin April 1st for Camp NaNoWriMo, an event I hope to win by not only exceeding my expectations, but finishing another rough draft. The excitement I feel over this series is nothing I have ever felt before when writing. I cannot wait to begin.