It’s hard to believe that I used to write a blog daily. Sometimes even multiple times a day. I know that school kind of took away that drive to write, because writing for marks is a lot different than writing for fun in a lot of ways.
I used to write 1000 words a day. I wrote a novel length manuscript (or two or three) and a children’s book that was considered (briefly) for publication. I wrote short stories that were published and I even wrote magazine articles.
What happened to the writer in me?
It would be easy to say that it was replaced by the visual artist. But that is really an over simplification. I think that the writer still lives in me, but I haven’t given her the time to come out to play. Is it true that there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do all the things that I really want to do? Well, there is the whole time-suck of the internet that really does decrease my productivity in an alarming way.
Well the year is half over, maybe this is the time to make resolutions? Maybe if I promise myself that I need to work first, just maybe if I find that will power to turn off social media for a few hours a day (or a few days a week) I will be able to do much more of the things that feed my soul instead of feeding my eyes with the fast food that lives on Twitter and my other social sites.