We are approaching the end of 2014, and I look back and see I have not posted since June of 2012. What the heck have I been doing?!?
Not writing, that's for sure. Caught up in the mundane, drag-me-down things that take up time and are not good for creative production of any kind. I keep signing up for NaNoWriMo every year, and never manage to finish. What happens is, I look at the calendar and suddenly realize it's one week until November, and have given no thought to what should be a month of creative craziness. Let alone what to write about!
Maybe it's my job. Maybe it's my family (and the never-ending medical issues we go through with my hubby). Maybe it's just ME -- maybe I am not really meant to write.
That's heartbreaking to think about. Because all of my life I know I've had some kind of writer trapped inside, scratching to find a way out. Trouble is, the scratching has gotten much fainter of late. Has the writer given up?
I hope not. I really hope not.
Hence, I have issued myself a sort of ultimatum. That's why this post has the title "2015 or bust!" Whether I actually manage to accomplish a lot or not is not the point, I think. I just don't want to completely fizzle out. I don't want that scratching to stop. In fact, I want it to get louder! It will probably help if I remember to actually post more often.
And there we have it. My mantra for this next year: 2015 or bust!
Will it help? Who knows. Only time will tell. All I know is I have to try.
