I've been phoning it in lately, hoping no one would notice. I've been trying to distract you with photos and videos and short bursts of commentary, but I've reached my breaking point.

Must. Write. Something. Of. Substance.

This last week, I did something for the very first time. I wrote a story. Someone else's story. It was tough to put my finger on it as I was writing, but it just felt different. And as I worked through it, I realized I've never done anything but tell my own story. Even when it's about someone else, it's from my head and my heart. So writing about someone else's head and someone else's heart – it was hard.  

I didn't realize it would be different and I didn't know it would be hard. But it was. So I'm looking for a reason to do it again.

And the whole thing made me realize that I've been selling myself a little short lately. Writing-wise. I don't pretend to be fabulous at it. Just diligent. And I've lost a little of that commitment lately.

Excuses, I have. Sickness, work, general busyness of life. But they're all lame.

I didn't officially make any resolutions this year except the pledge I made to myself to cross five items off my List, and maybe I shouldn't even call this a resolution because no one ever keeps them anyway. But 18 days into 2011 and I already need a bit of a redo.

So here it is. All official-like in black and white. All of you are witnesses. I want to write. I WILL write.

I can't wait.

One thought on “Just write.

  1. You can write my story. Except, wait. I don’t really have one. Okay, I do, but I want to write that one myself. Hmm. I’ll get back to you.

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