I started this blog just over a year ago with the intent to begin a habit of writing every day. I lasted approximately six months. I really didn’t even last that long, if we’re being truthful. The problem is discipline. I want to write. At any given time, I have about a hundred stories running around in my head. I constantly have new ideas, new thoughts, and a new inspiration for a completely new thing. However, I have a life. I’m a wife. I’m a teacher. I’m a student. I’m a daughter and an aunt. I have responsibilities. So, writing ends up at the bottom of my list of things to do each day.
In a perfect world, I would wake up every morning at 6:00 AM ready to start my day. I would spend an hour each morning writing. I would be productive at work, and come home energetic and not just sit in front of the TV or Xbox until I fall asleep. But, this isn’t a perfect world, and I’m not a perfect person. I’m just a person. A person who gets tired of looking at a computer screen all day and wants to come home and veg out. A person who likes playing video games. A person who loves to read “literary junk food” that I don’t have to analyze or write a paper about.
Will I try to start again? I don’t know. I’m keeping this blog, that’s for sure. I may not update it for another six months, but I’m holding this place. Because someday, when school is finished, or when I become a college professor who needs to get published, I’m going to pick this thing up and really make something out of it, but for now it is just here as a place for me to talk to myself.