Something fairly significant happened this year. Not in the grand scheme of things, or even in family life, but in my head. Something shifted during 2013.
I began to think about writing.
I’ve always been a reader. No need to write, when the world is full of things ready for me to read. And anyway, I’ve been telling the world all I need to say by blogging.
Ah, but it’s more than that now. I have a collection of (empty) notebooks. I read blogs about writing. I’ve signed up to my second term of classes. I think about writing.
Obviously, I’m not a writer- I don’t do much actual writing. Yet.
So, I’m going to work on that one. I’m not going to be distracted by politics, twitter or Pinterest until I’ve actually written something every day. It doesn’t matter what. I need to develop a good habit.
Like I’m training for a marathon, but with sitting down and coffee. Maybe a chocolate digestive?