BECAUSE THOSE DEAR TO ME LOVE THE WORDS
August 21st, 2023 | San Francisco, CA
An attempt is, perhaps, too half-hearted a thing.
Chipping away at something, until you notice a small crack feels… insufficient, to me.
I’ve been doing it all wrong. This hot-then-cold routine. Consistency doesn’t guarantee success, but it sure as hell won’t hurt my chances. I’m looking for a way out of despair, back into work ethic.
Knowing it requires discipline: my achilles heel.
But maybe, I need not think of it in such a way. As a chore, whose completion- nay, even attempt, must be an act of discipline.
Why not simply write because I wish to? Because those dear to me love the words, the worlds, and the characters I create. Why not write so as to break through a barrier long denied or ignored by those like me?
Is that not enough reason to tackle this? Must I be disciplined to do this? If the answer is yes, then so be it. If I must change, I will change for this.
