Do you dream about hitting your writing goals every fall — starting the day after Halloween — and prepare, plan, and give yourself the grace and space to get it done?
Is it just me?
I may not get all the writing in I want throughout the year, but I do plan for and savor the time I give myself to write my story in November.
This past year, in 2015, I wrote of my experience with cancer. It was cathartic. It was empowering. It isn’t finished. Even after taking off December, working on it intermittently since — especially in February — I didn’t finish.
I didn’t finish.
I’m still not finished. The perfectionist in me is furious with my inability to find, carve, make the time. The realist in me is thankful that I haven’t. My story continues. My story hasn’t ended. Cancer hasn’t gotten me yet — my life has just begun anew.
This is just the beginning.
I love sharing my love of writing, my love of telling stories, with others. I particularly love encouraging reluctant writers that they too have a voice. I love to see the light switch on, the stories emerge, the imagination fueled, the void filled.
These stories may be read by many, they may not be read by anyone — but they are your stories and your stories alone. Your choice to share them or not, if they are deemed “good enough” or of literary greatness is not for me to judge, nor would I want to. Encouraging people to know they CAN dream, tell their story, dream, imagine, and be proud of their hard work.
This, my friend, is what I love.
Writers, start planning…it begins in just 43 days.