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Soooo, I sat down, determined to write something about writing today. Then Facebook happened. Forty minutes later and I’ve given myself a good old metaphorical kick up the you know what, and I’m actually typing.
Whether that will amount to writing remains to be seen.
I’ve had an interesting few months.
Haven’t we all?
Life with three kids gets busier by the day, and I’ve been happy to go with the flow, do what needs to be done. Limiting the stress as much as possible. Even if that’s meant limiting the writing too.
And then, the world. What can I say? I’m still processing to be honest and doing a lot, A LOT, of reading. I have so much that I want to say, but I am hyper aware that I speak from a position of privilege and when I do write about how broken we are, I want to get it right.
So, that’s for another day.
As we head towards the end of the year though (how did that happen?), my thoughts are beginning to turn to the New Year. New starts and all that. I don’t make resolutions, but I do have goals. My last musings on writing and blogging alluded to a refinement in focus come January: less of some stuff, more of others.
Still a work in progress, of course, but I am gaining clarity.
I find myself circling back to the question of monetization. Don’t I always?! But, I think I might be ready to actually make something of that. I’m getting a clearer picture in my mind of where this blog might go, if I’m to continue to write it AND feel that I’m doing something productive with my time.
The key thing though? I need to actually start writing again.
I’ve loved getting back to The Prompt. Although, as with most linkies these days it seems, it’s getting quieter and quieter. I need to decide what I do about that come January, if indeed I do anything. More decisions!
But, I’m not writing much beyond that. I sit down each week and love the act of writing a poem (because it always turns into a poem). Playing with the words, finding the layers and the meaning, expressing the sentiment. It’s a happy place to be.
I just need to apply that process to more of the ideas that are bouncing around in my head.
Because I spend far too much time thinking about what I might write, how I might write it, what people might think of what I write/how I write, whether what I write is of any use for anything, at all. The never ending Catch 22 of a self-confessed perfectionist.
I take myself far too seriously.
I’m not really sure what the purpose of this post is, other than to process some of the thoughts swirling in my head and to perhaps draw a(nother) line in the sand by which to hold myself accountable going forward.
So, here goes.
More writing! Less procrastination. Less worry about writing the ‘right’ thing. Less concern with finding the perfect words, every time. Less focus on whether any one (other than me) cares… Less Facebook!
But perhaps most importantly, more fun.
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