I always hear it said, that anything worth having is worth putting in the hard work for. Which makes sense because easy come, easy go. But still to a degree, I just don’t like doing the hard stuff. I’m shamefully lazy with my work. And I can be better. I mean, at this point, I don’t have a choice. More and more my writing is starting to mean more to me, so more and more I need to invest more into what I’m doing. Yes, some days may not be as productive as others, but I need to at least make some kind of effort, even if it’s just an idea jotted down.
I’ve set myself up with a lot of work to do. Not just with my writing, but with my art as well. And giving birth, will momentarily bring a lot of this work to a halt in December, but the groundwork is being laid out. NaNoWriMo is next month, so I’m pretty excited about that! Last year, I wrote a fictional novel. This year, I’m going for nonfiction! And I’ll probably be way more committed in the writing process this year because what I’m going to be working on is very near and dear to my heart!
I just need to stop being a bum about my writing. I just need to stop being a bum about my creative endeavors in general. I’m growing up. And though some parts hurt, other parts feel good. In the end, I’ll be better for giving myself swift kicks in the butt when I’m slacking!