If

If I were a writer, wouldn't I be blogging everyday? Wouldn't I have books filled with thoughts?

My intention is to join a group of women writers and I need to do an exorcise about my life. Time is closing in and I have the book with helpful suggestions (in fact I have two) from the founder of this group but no words are forthcoming.

I've wanted to be a writer for quite a long time. Maybe that stems from the fact that I admired some of my mother's writings and wanted to emulate her. Maybe not. I've taken a few writing classes and I like to read--criteria for being a writer.

It's just my "monkey mind" as the yoga teacher calls it messing with me. Telling me I don't have time; or what do YOU have to write about; or even listening to past teachers who told me what I wrote was okay but . . . or a boss that told me I wrote like Hitler (this from a clog-wearing lunatic?). All I'd have to do is write a revised version, not take that to heart and give up. I'm sure Hemingway or Austen didn't write a masterpiece the first time.

Let's count up the writing successes. I've edited and wrote articles for two newsletters; had an editorial published; and I've had a story published in an anthology from a creative writing class.

Hey "monkey mind"--take that!!!

Blogging is writing so maybe visiting here everyday and actually entering my thoughts would be a good idea.