The week started out promising.
I wrote a blog post on Monday inspired by Just.Be.Enough.
But then, I wrote a grocery list, a couple of checks, started posts that never got finished, and edited a 5th grader’s paper about discrimination and the book The Cay.
So this morning, when I read the Red Writing Hood Prompt,
Writing Goals: Take three hundred words and tell us about where you want to take your writing,
I almost laughed out loud.
Actually, I think one of those “I’m-so-nervous-and-don’t-know-how-to-respond-giggles” did escape my mouth. I also read some of the posts linked to the prompt and was immediately intimidated. They were full of lofty goals about finishing books, breaking out into the publishing world and how they are taking their craft to the next level.
Shit, I’d be happy with just scribbling something other than coffee, razor blades and tampons on a piece of paper.
Or how about being able to finish reading something longer than a recipe?
Not so long ago, I remember being completely geek-ed up about writing a novel, trying to get published in a magazine or finally submitting my picture book somewhere. I can still feel the pride of having someone say, “hey, I really liked your article in the Livingston Parent Journal“. It’s not that those desires aren’t still lurking around somewhere. I assure you, they are just sulking and waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to jump out and remind me how little I have achieved towards any writing goals.
But I have to be realistic.
I feel like I need to set achievable goals.
I need goals I can see come to fruition in a day or at least by the end of a week.
I’m just happy I finished this blog post.