Committing to Writing

Last night I was writing by the light of the Christmas tree. As you do this time of year. I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions, but there is something in the air every year at this time. Another year draws to a close as we attempt to tie up lose ends and do better next time.

For the past few years, I’ve been struggling a lot with my writing. I’ve questioned whether or not I even wanted to be an author because I seemed so incapable of committing to it. Then those brief fleeting moments would come, when I could sit down and tap tap tap away, and I knew there was nothing I wanted more.

I thought a lot about what was holding me back. I wrote about what I thought what was holding me back. But I didn’t follow up. I didn’t dig deep enough.

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That is what 2018 is going to be about. Stripping the layers away. Committing to being a writer. Despite all the other demands made on my time. Despite the day job. Despite the Amazon algorithm that doesn’t want to show my ads anymore.

I will commit to this.

It’s going to be hard. But it’s going to happen.

For the rest of today, I will look back at my life and figure out exactly when I lost my way. By tomorrow, I will know.

See you then.

 

 

Author: Eva O'Reilly

Writer, avid reader, large dog lover, cake baker and Francophile. Living in hope of finding either a literary agent or a large audience on Amazon.

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