I was having a conversation with a friend of mine a couple of months ago. She has always wanted to take a pottery class, but she had never made time in her life to do just that. One of the things that I got from our conversation was that she wanted to create something, and for her, that something was something tangible, something she could hold and touch. During the conversation she said something to the effect of “but if we really want to do something, if we are really passionate about something, shouldn’t we find the time in our lives for what we are passionate about?”. Fairly soon after this conversation, my friend enrolled in a pottery class. The experience has taught her that making pottery is really difficult, and it’s not a skill she wants to continue to cultivate. She’s decided to learn how to sew instead.
I, too, made a goal after this conversation. I had said that writing was my creative outlet, that creative writing was one of the things I was passionate about, and yet I had to admit that I didn’t make enough time in my life to write. Especially not in the last year. I wrote when I had time, but only during a NaNo month did I strive to write a specific number of words each day and complete a draft of a particular work-in-progress. I realized that I also wanted to make time to write, to cultivate a daily writing habit as far as creative writing was concerned. So, starting in May, I made the goal of writing at least 1000 words each day. This goal was also a way of preparing for CampNaNoWrimo which I intended to participate in when June rolled around.
It was while working on my CampNaNoWriMo novel that I stumbled onto ROW80. I saw it as a hashtag in the tweets of other WriMos and was curious what it was all about. So here I am, declaring my intention to participate in Round 3 of ROW80. But here’s my secret confession: I’m not entirely sure that I belong here? I have been looking for a community of writers where I might fit in, but after reading through so many of the other blogs on the Linky, I feel a bit…intimidated to tell the truth. Still, I am going to overcome that little fear and embrace this challenge and experience, and look forward to seeing how I grow as a writer over the next 80 days. I think more than anything, I am looking forward to making time in my life for one of my passions and discovering where that commitment takes me.