Wow, I was really excited to see how many
people read my last blog. I got 70 hits in the first day, which is more than
any of the previous 9 posts I wrote three to four years ago. Thanks for taking
an interest! (Though I secretly think some of you just wanted to see a larger
version of that great picture of Josh and I. And to reward that curiosity, I
will try to update my photo once a month.)
So what got me writing again? You might be
thinking it’s all my awesome free time that I have now that I’m a stay-at-home
mom and homemaker. It’s true. Sitting around watching my soaps and eating
bon-bons was starting to get boring.
I had been trying to write some short
fiction but that kind of lost steam. And by “write some short fiction,” I mean
thinking of great one-line sentences that are so captivating they deserve a
great 300 more sentences to be written after them, but not even that first
sentence ever got written down on paper or my computer. I actually did put 3
ideas in my smartphone’s “notes” section, but that’s pretty much it.
For about a year my friend and pen pal
Erica and I were using the same writing prompt book, “642 Things to Write
About” to send each other writing challenges, but it started to feel more like
a chore than a fun, creative activity, so we let that die.
But I am a Writer, and now that I am no
longer a slave to AP Style and editors who don’t allow more than 1 exclamation
point in a year (not kidding, that’s a rule), I should be writing! (Look how I
flaunt that exclamation point. And if you’re someone I regularly text with, you
probably know I use at least 3 exclamation points per conversation.)
I think I excelled at journalism because
I’m not good at fiction. I like writing journalism because, literally, “I can’t
make this shit up.” So writing about my own life feels more comfortable, until
of course I get to some of those not-so-comfortable parts, which I also plan to
start writing more about. Because writing is therapy!
I recently posted on Facebook an apology
to people who have talked to me and think I’m boring, because I know that I am
smarter and funnier when I’m writing than when I am speaking. Apparently I
think at 70 words per minute. And I can talk way faster than that, which makes
me trip over words, slur words into nonsense words (which cracks Josh up—our
household favorite is “lasterday,” used when you think something happened more
than a week ago but remember mid-word that it was actually yesterday), and
typically run out of things to say too quickly. Then again, that very well
could be the journalist in me—why say something in 400 words when you can do it
in 40?
But back to the why of starting to blog
again. It’s the New Year, and I had it as a kind of fuzzy resolution in mind
that had been building up for a few months. Then I texted my friend Jenna to
congratulate her on a blog she had written that I really liked and mentioned
that I’d like to start blogging again, and asked her to ask me by the end of
January if I had even started writing at all again. She texted back in
amazement that she was actually using writing as her personal goal for the
“10-Day Do Over Challenge,” where you spend 10 minutes for 10 days straight
working on a project you’ve been putting off. She was on Day 3, where you have
to tell someone what you’re doing and ask them to keep you accountable on it.
That day came with a “bonus challenge” of telling a second person about your
challenge, but she had decided not to do it. And yet here, providentially, I
had texted her and asked her to hold me accountable for doing the very same
thing. It is so cool how God puts things on our hearts sometimes, and cool to
see what comes out of it when we submit and move in the way he’s leading us. Now
we email each other about how we have skipped days and the 10-Day Do Over
Challenge is turning into the Two-Week Do Over Challenge. But that’s OK. Life
is busy, and writing takes time and thought. It can be exercised, but not
forced.
So, needless to say, I became Jenna’s
second accountability partner, and she’s my first, and now pen pal Erica has
agreed to be my second. If any of you are interested in the challenge, I
recommend it. It comes with a little workbook that is really easy (unless you
truly have a paralyzing fear of starting whatever it is that you’ve been
putting off), and I love easy workbooks because you can do them and still feel
like you accomplished something, ignoring the fact of how easy it was. Check it
out here.
If you are someone who also enjoys
writing, I highly recommend that you just take 10 minutes a day to do it. In my
ideal world, I would do it first thing in the morning, without leaving my
bedroom, drinking Earl Grey tea that Josh slid into the bedroom without talking
to me (the New Carrie is not a morning person like the Old Carrie was), and I’d
write for 10 to 30 minutes and then go downstairs feeling refreshed and proud
that I’d already accomplished something without getting dressed. And I’d still
have plenty of time later in the day to watch my soaps and eat my bon-bons.
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