Yes, I am starting again. Beginnings, what are they for? No idea. But I know something shifted since last time. My motivations have changed slightly.
It is no longer purely an academic exercise, to hope to get published.
- To hope to finish something meaningful in the first place.
- To hope to write anything whether worth while or not, and have it readable by someone else, paid or unpaid.
The motivations have changed to “no retreat” and fight for a way of life, the writer’s life, to be more serious about the crafting and diligent about writing goals. And accountable too -- accountable primarily to my partner, who is making sacrifices for me. And who is taking care of me, as my “day job” doesn’t exactly meet its mark.
I have a responsibility to begin again with serious purpose, even if I think I am terrible, I must begin. Anticipate the change, be alive to the change!
The journey begins and continues as it has always, one foot in front of the other.
