Thirty Days Done

Whew!

It was a tough month for writing, at least for me. Getting started, back in the swing of a daily practice of making my words presentable to the public in a shorter  - draft, edit, publish cycle. It is a fact, there are going to be mistakes that aren’t caught. We aren’t perfect, we are human, most assuredly me.

Before I published my first book, there was a daily blog post and I built a little following. My fault that I didn’t believe in myself enough to continue forging ahead after that first book. I pulled back. Scared. Scared of succeeding.

I wasn’t ready yet.

Hadn’t earned it. Still don’t think I have earned any success. But as was suspected, writing is something that is part of who I am. And writing isn’t going to stop unless something happens to my brain to physiologically alter who I am. Which, could happen.

Have been revisiting some old methods and practicing some former routines and habits that were tossed in favor of new and questionably better ones.  Writing is a ‘to each ones own’ as is the reading of types of fiction and author style and voice.

All that to say, this is day thirty three. I didn’t notice when the first thirty days had passed. My major concern is bring something fresh each time I sit to write. To get it out as quick as I can, move on to reading/editing and then publish.

Wasn’t sure I could still do this. Hmm. I can. Am a little stunned. Not about the quality, but the quantity.