I just deleted a long paragraph that went something like this: Blah, blah, blah, excuses, excuses, excuses, blah-ditty-blah-blah. And I am stuck in the same spot that I was in before I started writing. The end of the year is coming fast and I am not sure I have any practical evidence that I have indeed grown in self discipline. Harrumph.
I realize that writing for me is part research, part inspiration, part time management, part volume. In various ratios depending on what I am writing. But I haven’t been writing much…an obvious fact that needs no pointing out to you who read what I write. Lately it has been slim pickins. Here is where my brain goes into excuse overload, so I am trying to ignore the “Blah, blah, blah, excuses, excuses, excuses, blah-ditty-blah-blah” screaming in my ear just now.
I have three weeks to jump back on the self-discipline band wagon. Today I am trying to grab those reigns, give myself some grace (the hardest person to be graceful with) and start with purpose, diligence and self-discipline. I am giving the best part of my day to writing. Maybe by the end of the week I can even give myself and applause card.