Set Realistic Goals
I often wonder where this drive to write comes from and I wonder if it is genetic. I see pictures of my birth-father and know of his history of being a writer, living in New York struggling to write for a living and living to write. I wonder what level of success he achieved? I also am fascinated by my mother’s ability to teach others to write so successfully and yet she doubted her own abilities as a writer. I bet she would have been a wonderful writer. A man she worked with at Pages Books for Children, who is now in graduate school at the University of Iowa, writing, dedicated his play to her. Wow, she had an impact on so many. It seems like everywhere I look, there are signs beckoning me to enter the writing world, to follow the path, to get inside my own head and to explore hidden worlds. How does one begin? I guess for me, finding motivation, sitting in the big leather swivel-rocker at the writing desk, with my feet up on the Amish milking stool, staring out at the darkness and seeing my reflection floating, the path is becoming much clearer.
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