It’s been nearly a year since we made the arduous move from Southern California to Middle Tennessee.
I could be washing dishes right now, or folding clothes, or putting away the clutter still piled precariously on my desk, or I could be working on my syllabi for fall semester. At this time of night, I should be sleeping.
But I am going to write a blog post.
I started this project last May, albeit on another blog site. My husband keeps telling me that I don’t finish things, that I need to pick something and finish it. He is mostly referring to my writing projects but he could be referring to other things in my life.
As we unpacked our boxes in our new (to us) house (finally!), I realized that I have stuff for all kinds of hobbies: scrapbooking, quilting, cross-stitch, sewing, and several other random crafty things. Like a Greek chorus chanting in the background to my life, I keep reading articles, blogs, books, and so on about the need to focus, to choose a goal and work toward it. I have read several writers’ books about their writing habits and all of them say essentially the same thing: focus and write.
If you want to be a writer, take yourself seriously and write.
“Well, I don’t have time!” comes a whiney voice from within.
Then it’s not important enough.
Laura Vanderkam (whose blog I will add to my links and favorites, once I figure out how to do that) wrote a compelling blog post about time (she also wrote a book!). She bluntly pointed out that saying “I don’t have time” is a euphemism for saying “It doesn’t matter to me.”
Reading her words slapped some reality back into my life.
I’ve been saying I want to write since I was a little kid. My life isn’t getting any less complicated. And it’s flying by.
So here we go, folks. I have no idea if I’ll have readers. I am not sure what the “focus” of this blog will be. But here I am writing.
This is important to me.
The dishes can wait.