When I graduated from college way back in May, I was excited to start writing again. Really writing, not just for school assignments. I leapt headlong into the endeavor by participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short) in November, and I sadly discovered that my chops were seriously lacking. I sat in front of the computer for hours at a time waiting for material to flow forth like it always had before, and yet, visions of bills and groceries danced in my head.
What is a writer if she can’t write? I felt like life had robbed me of a gift…and then I came back to reality. Life cannot rob me of anything that is given to me by God, but sometimes after being out of practice for a while, I have to start from the beginning to regain use of my gift. So that is what I have done. I opened my books of writing exercises yesterday and I wrote three pages! Along with the huge number of books I’ve read in the past eight months (and continue to read), I’m starting to feel like a “real” writer again.
Now I just have to work on that whole “letting people read my work” thing. Baby steps, right?
Love, Court
