“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”

-Stephen King, On Writing

There are days when I wonder if I will every actually be brave enough to commit to writing down all the stories and characters that constantly float around in my head. I have been threatening to become an novelist for a long time. It has become some distant fantasy that I entice myself with, dreaming away time in a life that I have yet to create for myself.

On occasion I have shared this deep rooted desire with someone and immediately felt like a colossal failure. I blame my lack of follow through on not having the time or space to create as if I were some deep thinking, forlorn artist or something. The truth is that I’m a 80 percenter when it comes to my personal life. I give just enough to seem successful but not quite enough to really go the distance and live my fullest life. Becoming a writer has been on my aspiration list since I was a child creating half finished stories about cats in libraries. What is it in me that can’t commit to, focus on, or pursue something I want so dearly? I think it’s time to act…

Much Love, B