So it’s been a weekend and I did the one thing I did not want to do. I was lazy, and didn’t spend time writing. To be fair, or maybe this is just an excuse, I did publish my short story “Frank Winston” last week. I did comment on a blog that seemed to express the same position I find myself in. I did a lot of research about book promotions that has left my head spinning. I did open a Goodreads account, and I am still figuring it out. I did get to spend time with my wife, and kids while we visited my mom. I got to see my cousin, who I haven’t seen since my dad died back in June. But, I did not write. It happens.
I’m on a personal quest to get my habits involving writing to become a daily thing. At the present time, excluding this past weekend, my efforts have been sporadic yet consistent to almost every other day. Wow, that even sounds lamer than it feels. However, I’m sticking to my guns and hopping back on that horse, and any other cliché I try to avoid in reference to getting back to making my dream, my passion, more of a reality.
So what do I need to do? You guessed it. I need to write, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m about to start either a new short story, or bigger work in the near future. I don’t want to talk more about it, since that has been a recipe for failure when it comes to setting goals. Don’t talk about what you plan on writing, just do it, then share when you’re finished. Even sharing the little I have makes me feel meh, and want to scrap the idea, but I’m not going to let that happen. Here’s to a new week, or newish week, whatever.