Writing
These are a few of my favorite things...
Waking up early
Making a cup of coffee
Spending unhurried time with the Lord
Lounging in bed
Picking up a magazine
Picking up a book
Writing
Usually in that order. And with utter silence. And with the morning light gradually growing and slipping through the blinds.
This morning, it occurred to me that I still love writing, but I have essentially ceased to practice it. In all honesty, when I think about what I'd like to do when I get back from Russia (something I don't want to think about, but can't help it when my mind goes crazy and people constantly ask about it), I envision sitting down in my old bedroom at my parents' house with my resume, planner, a stack of books, and a notebook in front of me. I would love to be able to get into writing professionally if that means freelance magazine writing or trying to submit short stories to unknown places.
The problem is that I've always wanted to write (or at least for a long time) yet I have yet to ever be disciplined about it. Somehow I was disciplined enough to run consistently and finish a half-marathon, but I've never been disciplined enough to write every single day and finish something that I like. Even though I completed my thesis, I still didn't like it, or at least half of it; the completed work was not what I imagined in the beginning.
Anyway, I never (or rarely) see writing as something I can do solely. That is, I always think I have to supplement it with something such as teaching or law.
And I continue to babble.
I guess I just wanted to write because this morning I remembered something I love, one of my dreams, and I can see a tiny bit of how I might follow that direction.
Waking up early
Making a cup of coffee
Spending unhurried time with the Lord
Lounging in bed
Picking up a magazine
Picking up a book
Writing
Usually in that order. And with utter silence. And with the morning light gradually growing and slipping through the blinds.
This morning, it occurred to me that I still love writing, but I have essentially ceased to practice it. In all honesty, when I think about what I'd like to do when I get back from Russia (something I don't want to think about, but can't help it when my mind goes crazy and people constantly ask about it), I envision sitting down in my old bedroom at my parents' house with my resume, planner, a stack of books, and a notebook in front of me. I would love to be able to get into writing professionally if that means freelance magazine writing or trying to submit short stories to unknown places.
The problem is that I've always wanted to write (or at least for a long time) yet I have yet to ever be disciplined about it. Somehow I was disciplined enough to run consistently and finish a half-marathon, but I've never been disciplined enough to write every single day and finish something that I like. Even though I completed my thesis, I still didn't like it, or at least half of it; the completed work was not what I imagined in the beginning.
Anyway, I never (or rarely) see writing as something I can do solely. That is, I always think I have to supplement it with something such as teaching or law.
And I continue to babble.
I guess I just wanted to write because this morning I remembered something I love, one of my dreams, and I can see a tiny bit of how I might follow that direction.