I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself, normally my commitment span for any hobby is a couple of weeks top. Like many people I get it in my mind to do something and then my endeavor comes to a halt. Learning the trumpet or teaching orphans to crochet…month max, but I’ve been writing for nearly five years.
Plus this year I have so far completed a post a day as well. It’s like this has become a regular thing. You may even call it a habit.
Maybe that’s what writing currently is for me, just a habit. I’m reaching the point where I would be disappointed in myself if I didn’t make it to December 31st. So even with prompts to write where I am not totally motivated I still put fingers to keys.
I’ve ruminated on the cause of my writing before (I write because…) but I do this because I have no outlet where I can just vent a spleen or two. Although I had a very heated ‘discussion’ with some stranger on Facebook today.
Still it makes me think maybe I shouldn’t blog if it is just something I do like biting my nails or throwing salt over my shoulder. If it is habit shouldn’t it be more than that? Maybe next year will be different.
Especially if I move on to my next cause (like perhaps my passion for drama) because last night I started reading a book for the first time in a long time. Rather than enjoy the experience my thought immediately went to ‘I should read 12 books next year’.
It looks like that might be my new habit.