I wasn’t going to write

I wasn’t.  I just got home, after a long day at work, and staring at the computer was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially since I would have had to unpack it and then write.

 

So I went upstairs instead, fully intending to sleep. But that voice in my head, the one that’s been convinced we could make a living writing since I was a child, said, “250 words. You can do that on your phone.”

 

 

So I’m writing. True, it’s a blog post and not fiction, but it’s words before I go to bed. It’s a promise to you and to me that I will get up and clean off enough of the dining room tomorrow that I can leave my laptop set up. I need to treat this like the second job it is or I’ll keep making excuses rather than stories.

 

And that’s not acceptable any more.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.