An opportunity presented itself this week in the form of an online writers' group for teachers. Excitement and anticipation urged me to join, as I have always considered myself a writer from my first poetic attempts in grade school. Yet doubt also clouds my mind and stirs my conscience more than a little. I don't write every single day. There is no set desk time in the wee hours of the morning or late at night after the house is quiet. And most published writers will tell aspiring writers like me that if you wish to be successful, you must write. Write something. Anything. But write every single day. And I don't. So, maybe I'm not a writer afterall.
Last November I took on the challenge of writing a novel in a month. It lies dormant in its infancy, incomplete yet still ruminating in the recesses of my mind. Recesses. Perhaps I have taken too many of those, as I recall other tasks I have started and not finished. Not just writing, but in all areas of my life. Projects once deemed worthy of my immediate attention have lost their glimmer. The organized office room to be used as both business office and writing space? I can't seem to find the desk or figure out where the cord is to connect my printer to my computer, which is seldom in that room, or I wouldn't be able to find it. The porch swing that needs refinishing? That was a summer project three years ago. It still needs refinishing. And the organized daily Bible study that I started off so well? It isn't happening, much to my chagrin at having to admit that. I don't even want to mention the diet programor exercise classes that have gone by the wayside. Those are but a few.
I could list innumerable tasks which devour my time. Some would be legitimate, such as a fulltime teaching position and a Sunday school class to teach. But if I were brutally honest with myself, I would admit that television, Facebook, and reading suck up more hours in my day than is appropriate. My energy levels are depleated in direct proportion to my productivity. If I recognize this truth, then why don't I do something about it? I am. I signed up for the online writers group, and I am writing again.