When I started this adventure, my goal was to get a friend off my back. A friend who kept telling me I needed to write. Little did he know, he was right!
I found out I do need to write. Kind of like Ted Kennedy used to need booze. Or I need coffee to remain vertical after 10a.m.
My whole goal when I hit 50 posts was to get to 100. That seemed totally plausible.
When I saw Julie and Julia, I decided it would be cool if this thing made money.
So, reality check time:
1. My friend regularly reads this post and often comments. I'm afraid, if I stop now, I'll catch all kind of flack. What have I gotten myself into?
2. My need for writing is, to quote Mike, "an obsession." Just because I've chosen writing over showering some days doesn't make it so, Mister!
3. I hope I don't give up at 100. I have a real talent of hitting goals then completely torching whatever I was doing. Check back tomorrow to see if 101 is here or not. No guarantees.
4. I have no more money today than I did 100 posts ago. In fact, if the time I spent writing these blessed things was spent writing a REAL book, I'd be halfway done by now. Crap.
In the process, I've discovered what I think God wanted me to discover all along: this writing thing works for me. It isn't the torture other people experience when they try to put words on paper. I can do it without pain or angst. Maybe not perfectly, but well enough to get my point across and make people chuckle every once in a while.
I don't know what the next 100 posts hold, or if there will even be another 100, but I thank you for reading this far.
It has been my pleasure to serve as your writer.
Here's to one day at a time! ;-)
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