WRITING IS HARD

It’s 7:15 P.M. and I am just sitting down to write. Today was a day of working on all the projects. I finished emptying out my old room and moved the rest of what’s moving into my new room.

I figured it was a good time to go through all my clothes and reorganize my draws. It was a bigger job than I thought to would be, took me most of the afternoon, and I have more to do tomorrow.

Since we are down a Sunday morning worker, and since I have Carrie Hackett preaching this week, I am taking my turn to sit with Mom tomorrow morning. I will be watching the service from home with Mom, and of course folding clothes to go to the Salvation Army.

I am tired now. Mom is really anxious to have me sit and watch TV with her. My heart has been telling me I have to get back to writing, but it’s hard. I used to be so disciplined at posting everyday, at taking at least a few minutes to practice jotting down thoughts and spinning words. I used to be so diligent about reading and building community. But I have fallen away and coming back is not as easy as I hoped it would be.

Over the last several years I have tried several times to start back to daily writing. All my attempts have ended in failure. It’s time to try again. Maybe I will end in failure again. But I have to try. This meme popped out at me the other day.

It made me decide to try again. Writing is hard. Not writing is hard. I am choosing my hard.

6 thoughts on “WRITING IS HARD

    • It is something I used to do. I have two books written one has been professionally edited but then life changed and ever since I cannot seem to find the time to get back in the rhythm. I played with the idea of becoming a professional writer at one point. But like playing piano or playing soccer if you don’t practice you get rusty. I am far beyond rusty. I do miss the writing everyday like a gym junkie longs for a workout. That said I can’t seem to get my rhythm back.

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    • That is one of the neat things I found about blogging. The sense of community that was built was wonderful even across the vast distances of life there was a certain sense of camaraderie in it. I am looking to regain that.

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