This week was a bit of an experiment for me.
The first thing I did was to implement a schedule for myself. Yeah I know, sometimes I can be a slow learner.
I wanted to be sure to allow time for exercise and social media but also to have time to actually write.
It seemed I was always trying to find occasions to write and I realized time wasn’t going to jump out of a cake and yell, “Surprise!” I was going to have to carve out moments each day if I wanted to get words on paper.
So I did.
And what better way to test the formula than to continue telling my story? I gave myself permission each day to write, or at least think about what I wanted to compose.
And it felt decadent.
It also flowed out of me in a matter of minutes. The words went from my head straight to the keyboard without hesitation.
The instant I took the pressure off myself of squeezing out a post here and there in my “spare time” and instead allowed a block of time each day to create, the easier it was to write.
And it was fun too.
So, yeah, I’ve made a decision: This is going to be the year of the book.
What helped the most in reaching this conclusion was you. I may have written it, but you read it. Thank you for all of your encouragement. You have been so supportive and caring and uplifting, and I do appreciate that.
Don’t ask me what kind of book I’m going to write, because I’m still looking for the right recipe. But I’ll find it. And once I get started on it, you may not hear from me as often, but I’ll be right here writing.
Because I know this is the year of my book.