Aspiring, Perspiring

I have a goal. Or a dream.

To write.

I tried to make it practical in college, by becoming a journalism major. I had even been encouraged to go into journalism because the media needs good, solid Christian voices. However, I hate the media, and have no desire to be swallowed up in that world. So I kind of gave up on the idea of writing, because trying to make it as a non-journalistic writer is very hard and unpractical.

But then I became a stay-at-home mom. I'm not pulling in any income anyway, so what have I got to lose by trying to earn money by writing? Nothing but my pride.

Apparently I have more pride than I thought, because even now I hesitate to put things out there, lest they be rejected.

Anyway, to be a writer, the most important thing I've learned so far is that you have to not not write. For some reason that is easier for me to understand than by just saying you have to write. When I sit down to write, I get slammed with writer's block. When I sit down to not not write, words flow like a mighty Colorado creek.

This blog is dedicated to not not writing. We'll see what happens.