What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?
Something like this.
I’m always putzing around in my leisure time. I’m on my laptop picking away at something or reading what someone else has written, I’m scribbling in a notebook, I’m reading on my Kindle, listening to an audio book, or holding a paper one in my hands, which is too infrequent these days.
But I enjoy putting words on screens and papers, I enjoy getting them out of my head and my hands and making them into something someone can use, even just me.
I want more than anything to make a living writing, and I am coming to see more and more as they days go by that consistency really is key, that I have to keep pushing if I want things to work out, that I can’t ever give up.
I have to remind myself that the moment I feel like giving up is the moment I should push just a little bit farther and see what I can do.
I always think to myself, as I am writing things, that they aren’t good enough. I convince myself that they aren’t good enough and no one will ever want to read them and there’s no point in going on any longer because they’ll never get any further than my laptop.
This is why I am 43 and have nothing published, self- or otherwise.
It’s not because what I write sucks – who knows if it does? Maybe people will think things I write are brilliant and want to share them far and wide, who knows?
I want to be known for my poetry as much as I do for my fiction, and certainly more than I do with my erotica.
But to be known for anything I have to share and share and keep sharing, all while holding back my very best work for the right time or opportunity to let it shine.
Meanwhile, I make myself write at least 100 words of fiction a day.
I was writing a poem a day with prompts, now I’ll look for new prompts to write new poems so I keep up the practice that I think was just starting to make me good.
I also want to do more collecting of things on the internet, by which I mean, share more here on my blog than I have been doing because I think, what the fuck is the point?
THE FUCK is the point!