Somedays, the only thing you can do is fake it. Take today for example, I’m feeling quite overwhelmed and so I’m shooting from the hip to get my literary juices flowing.
Have I mentioned I’m writing a book. I have one completed and in editing. This new one involves a lot of research and time. It’s a narrative non-fiction piece, interjected with humor, travesties, and lard.
Yes, lard. I’m writing a book rooted deep in southern culture. Which has been pretty difficult to start as I realize how much I have disassociated with in the South. It’s a test in patience and the need to get it done. (Or as others would say “git ‘er done”.)
Where does that leave blogging. I’m here and working on a schedule. I have too much I think of and want to share, plus a lot lands in my inbox I think you’d enjoy. Should I share everything that lands in my inbox? I’m pretty sure your eyes would burn, and you’d click unsubscribe faster than I tear through a pot of coffee.
I was considering taking some time off. I’ll be quite honest with you, there is an all consuming passion in me to write. Sure, I might not be the best writer out there, but writing here makes me stronger and helps me hone my voice.
There. I write. And even if you don’t see me here daily, you do know I’m working on something much bigger than I ever conceptualized. And I’m happy. That’s all I want for everyone, myself included.