So in the last month, I had four people tell me that I was wasting my talent and time by not writing. And all I could think in response was a whiny "I know...but WHAT am I supposed to write?!" In junior high, in high school, in college, post college, I wrote when I was inspired! I wrote when I was bored! I wrote when I was told to for a grade!
After graduating from school, the first thing I missed wasn't my friends. It was writing essays. That stamp on my forehead reads NERD, I know, but it's true. I even stole my boyfriend's homework just so I could write it! Oh, the putting of words to Word and pressing 'Control P'!
And yes, I'm on my 17th journal, AND I have this here blog, but it's not the same. It's not as disciplined (which I am aware is my own self-inflicted fault), not as finite. It's just not the same.
And yet, within the last month, I was given a 12 episode webseries writing assignment and I'm finally ready to tackle my first book that I have to research for (the nerd in me is squealing in delight!)
So where am I?
In the webseries: Episode 1 is finished. I'm working on a major arc point for episode 2 and finalizing minor characters as well as establishing their subplots and peccadilloes for my series bible.
For my Mom's book: First page is written (and what a first page, if I do say so myself. Friends, email me if you want to see it.) I've got Motherless Daughters and I Never Promised You a Rose Garden and I'm going through them slowly, highlighting passages I like and will probably refer to in my own book. (footnotes! bibliography!!!)
I am excited.
I am writing.