There once was a young woman who loved to write. Even as a little girl she would spend hours of her free time writing stories about frogs that saved the world, ducks that couldn’t swim, and trees that cried honey.
As she grew into a woman, she found she had less time to write and more inhibitions to overcome. As a teenager, she became self-conscious about sharing what was inside her for fear someone would get a glimpse of her true self.
After she got married & had a child, she had even less time to write. But she did find an outlet for her creativity through writing music with her husband. But she had never been very good at writing poetry, and she longed to write a really good story. Inspiration came to her rarely, and when it did come, she never could find the time to flesh it out.
As a stay at home mom, she had little opportunity to express herself to the outside world. She felt that she needed an outlet or she just might burst. Thinking that writing the novel she had always dreamed of was a little too ambitious, she decided to start small. She considered her options, but the only thing that seemed feasible and possibly beneficial was the dreaded internet.
She never had been very fond of the internet. She was wary of it’s vastness and it’s tendency to squander valuable time and numb the brain. Nevertheless, she felt she had no choice. It seemed to be her best choice at the time. So she gathered up her courage and made the leap. She decided to start a blog.
A few months later, she found the opportunity and the inspiration to forge into the unknown. She began writing her first novel, based on an idea she had dreamed up with her husband years ago. That idea just wouldn’t leave her alone. She spent many sleepless nights thinking about it. Finally, she had some real inspiration to spark her to action. There have been many setbacks and there will be many more, but she will not give up. She must continue pursuing her dream.
Keep on writing! Good for you!
Thanks!
Just keep swimming. Swimming. Swimming…