I have goals like any other somewhat competent adult out there. Unfortunately, like all too many, I’m also a slacker. So, as the days go on and my already lengthy to-do list gets longer; I find myself wondering why I’m such a slacker. Is it a matter of honestly being lazy or is there something else going on?
Let me begin by saying that I am not a fan of excuses. Regardless of what is going on in your daily life, if you want to be a writer, then you’ll do it—you’ll write. It sounds simple, and yet, for so many, it is an awfully challenging feat they have yet to accomplish. So, when I begin to examine my motives, or lack thereof, and I find myself making excuses for my lack of progress; I feel really hypocritical. And I don’t like being a hypocrite.
So, I have a goal. But I don’t like the word goal because that infers that it is something to reach toward—that it is something that requires great effort to achieve. Perhaps goal is not the right word; or, perhaps so. I’m not terribly inclined to pull out my thesaurus in an attempt to sound smart by using a more appropriate and far less common term. I’m content with being of average intelligence.
And how things usually go, this blog post has lost its point. Thankfully, I’m much more coherent and far less distracted in my fiction writing, or pursuing this career would be a bit of a joke. Not a very funny one, but a joke nonetheless.
From today forward, I will make one blog post and I will write at least a thousand words of something (other than the aforementioned blog post) a day. I will strive for good, settle for decent, and will remember the spirit behind this promise to myself. Writers write and the most successful ones never stop working on their craft.
Do you think this will work? Think I’m crazy or wanna join me in my little adventure of literary enrichment? Let me know what you’re thinking, and who knows, we may be able to help one another toward the ultimate goal—actually finishing something.