It has been a long time. I wonder how many writers start the year with similar words. Usually I would beat myself up but not today. Not this year. Maybe not even ever (if that is even grammatically correct). And yes, I just called myself a writer.
A few hours ago, before a delightful creative nap, I put down a witty book written by Janet Evanovich titled How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author. A girlfriend gave the book to me as a graduation present. I have never read a single book by Mrs. Evanovich but the title sucked me in. With it being the first non-academic book I have read in a long time, I devoured it whole in a few hours. I will have to revisit it again in order to deeply absorb it's contents. For the time being, Mrs. Evanovich has rekindled and renewed my truest passion: to write.
The past few months have been a roller-coaster of sorts. I was under a great deal of self-imposed pressure to finish my undergraduate degree by December 2010. At the same time I decided to revisit other passions of mine such as photography, painting, and other crafty endeavors while making more time for family and friends. Yes, I was busy but I was busy figuring out me...for once. Can I get an amen?
With all of that activity, the visionary I am got lost in the future of what if's and what then's (I know I'm grammatically incorrect again). I did the best I could to remind myself of the primary goal: to graduate. At times I didn't listen to myself and began to worry. Had I plotted my course out right, if at all? Don't worry, I won't drag you through the muck and mire of it all.
Suffice it to say, reading How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author has caused me to remember what really makes me tick: writing. I'll keep on painting but it's words that I can really paint with. I love photography and I plan on making pictures forever but it's not enough. I plan on finding a job to pay the bills and sustain me through graduate school. Yes, I know that this year will contain just as much activity and busyness as the last. Yet, I must write and so I shall. Heck, I already am.
I have run out of time and so next week I look forward to sharing my progress on deciding which idea to run with for my first work of fiction and then I shall, as Mrs. Evanovich would say, "Stick to the freaking first idea and make it work" (189).
This year I am a writer.