A Writer's Notebook, Day Forty-Three

I need to keep things short tonight, as it has been a really long and stressful day that came after a whole series of long and stressful days.  I am glad to report, though, that I have done my writing, even though things seemed to have conspired to keep me from my work. I did work on the Bimble story this morning, but beyond that, I had no opportunity to get anything completed until tonight.  I did, however, manage to get in my twenty minutes, and I 604 words to the story, which is good to me.  If I am honest,  I am still not sure about what I am writing yet, but it is the commitment to that consistent pace of work that I am most focused upon right now.

I am certain, if I am honest, that just producing the work will create the results in the end.  I have to hold on to that, as it is what I can currently control.  For the first time in my life, really, I am acting with that dedication to the act of being a writer, and I can feel how it has changed me already.  The commitment to this work gives me more purpose in my day to day, and it makes me glad that I am really doing what must be done.  I have to accept what I can control and take charge of that, which is really what I feel I am doing by writing daily, and the results of that are bound to be positive in the end.  What's more, I am certain of my ability to write well, so I know that writing like this will ultimately result in work that I can be truly proud of and which others will be glad to read.  At least, that's my belief, and I know believing that helps to keep me motivated and on task. 

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  1. TimSeptember 27, 2018 at 11:48 AM

    Still getting caught up on the blog. I am enjoying what I have read so far. Keep it up!!

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  2. William MaySeptember 27, 2018 at 2:14 PM

    Thanks, Tim. I plan to.

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