To date, I’ve done 14 weeks of writing, which is no small feat for a top-notch procrastinator like me. When I set out to do this #2021WritingChallenge it was with the purpose of becoming a better writer and to form a discipline in my life that I could stick with. I’m not sure how well that discipline has been formed, as it turns out. I still struggle every day to write and it’s only my tenacity and pig-headedness that cause…
Upon traversing back and forth over the interwebs yesterday, I stumbled upon an old college friend’s blog post on a 2021 Writing Challenge focused around a new word each week. I haven’t written much over the past few years and fear the neural pathways that previously inclined me toward expressing myself through the written word have all but deteriorated. I want to take on this challenge and try to establish some form of discipline in this area of my life…
“Let me share a secret your nana has learned: By inviting heartache to do its transforming work, your life will grow richer, more meaningful, and more marked by both beauty and joy–not in spite of, but because of the pain that has seasoned it along the way.” Pg. 280 So writes September Vaudrey to her granddaughter as she passes on one of the hardest learned but most valuable truths to be taught. Rhonda and I met September at the Storyline Conference…
Why do I want to write? As I go through each day I come upon thoughts and ideas that I want to develop but just don’t get around to doing. Not only that I don’t have the time but I don’t have the ability. My mind and my concentration have been slaughtered over the last few years with bad habits that have left me with the consequences of a fragmented attention span. Between computer routines of work-Facebook-email-work-Facebook-email-work… every five minutes, I’ve been…