As of yesterday, I now have a new goal to add to my burgeoing schedule of watching kids, followed closely thereafter with watching kids, which is then invariably followed by watching kids. Ahem... Anyway, my nw goal consists of..wait for it..writing. Which shouldn't be hard in and of itself since writing is just like talking (which I'll admit, I have an almost eerie plethura-ness of), only, when you write, you never have to stop to let someone else have a turn. The best of all worlds, as it were.
But, seriously, I'm attempting to cultivate some self discipline into my daily grind, and if I'm serious about being a writer, then I need to start where I am and at the very least develop a more consistent habit of actually sitting down and spitting the words out on paper, metaphorically speaking of course. About the paper, because, how wasteful would that be, to be scratching draft after draft on non renewable resource when I could just as easily be typing (although pecking might be the more accurate term on this awesomely tiny i-thing). The spitting might become metaphorical too, although I'll give that one a little time for my inevitable rising level of maturity to catch up with my mind.
Writing is the one thing I've never not wanted to do. Seems like everything else will wane now and then, still a steady level of interest, but writing seems to be the constant I keep returning to. I really think I could do something with it. In the end, even if nothing comes of it, I don't think I can't not.
Course, I've wanted to fence my whole life too. Not sure where that burning desire came from, although I suspect Wesley and the ROUSs had something to do with that. So, better make that two goals. I wanna write at least 1000 words a day, and I wanna learn to fence. Told the boys I'd take them to the library tomorrow. I hope they have a good weapons section
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