It's funny! I was looking at my journal archive. The last time I wrote here was in March of 2018. And six years later, to the month, I started writing again. What is it about Spring? Yesterday and the day before, I wrote about looking back. I want to shift to writing about what I might be able to do next.
At the start of the new year, I resolved to write a minimum of 200 words a day. I routinely exceed that, but there have been days where I narrowly made the minimum. And there was one day where I forgot to write with intention, but managed to get 100 words on accident. It's so interesting to see the totals go up (I'm keeping a spreadsheet) and see my stories take shape. I've also started reaching out to people to collaborate. I really only want to create with other people. I think I may have to lead by example, though, and create something to show other creative people that I can create. It does feel a little lonely, though, to have to prove passion. I see it in other people readily. I noticed the lack of it, too, but it feels bad to have to prove it.
Maybe I see it because I look for it. It matters most to me.
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FOE Brett
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