My Mother Would Be Proud

Writing for yourself is easy. If you want to, you can sit and type the same word over and over or you can describe the antics of your pets vying for your attention while you struggle to meet your quota of words for the day. A popular ploy is to discuss at length how many words you have written so far compared to your goal.

Writing for other people is hard. You have to concern yourself with such issues as choosing a topic that people might be interested in reading. You don’t want to appear to be an ignorant bumpkin so you want to check your spelling and grammar. You want to cover all the salient points without belaboring your point.

Take that already considerable challenge and repeat it daily. And if that weren’t difficult enough, try to do it with little to no feedback about how well you are doing.

If it were easy, it wouldn’t be as rewarding to finally accomplish. I’m not saying that I’ve done it yet. I’m just reminding myself why I keep trying. I do it to improve my writing skills. I do it to carry on a time honored practice. I do it to inspire others to put their thinking caps on and put words on the page and write something that I want to read.

Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.