I joined a writing workshop at the beginning of September.
‘Cause I’m a writer, right?
Or a wannabe.
Or somewhere in between.
Anyway. I was really excited. It started well. I was enjoying the push to engage in writing, enjoying the readings, the assignments, the feedback. And then life crept up on me, and before I knew it I was swamped with the basic realities of family/work/church, etc and I couldn’t possibly do ANY of the workshop stuff. And I felt like a big loser – ’cause who wastes money on something they don’t have time for?! And who was I to think I was a writer anyway?
I read this quote recently (William Faulkner, apparently), and it struck me.
Trying to do that. Hard, but trying.
Hard because of time. Hard because who reads it anyway? Hard because I’m no expert. Hard because…
“Because, because, because, because, be-caaaauuuuse” (what song is that from, anyway?)
But. I came back here today and looked over this space. And you know what?
I like my writing.
And I like writing.
And I think that’s good enough.
So I’ll keep at it.
(The one writing commitment I’ve been trying to keep – and forgetting to link to my personal blog – is my weekly post at This Sisterhood. I’ve been doing a series on Sabbath, and would love it if you came over to read. Here’s the latest post, on lessons I’m learning related to quitting a job. Also, as part of my reflecting on Sabbath I made this printable as a reminder for myself. Feel free to click on it for a PDF to print out if it’s a reminder you need too.)