All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
– Thomas Edward Lawrence (of Arabia)
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. And, not just a writer who pens works in the quiet places of life and lets them gather dust. I have wanted to be published, to make a difference, and to make an impact.
What I am realizing, though, is that I am doing little to make those dreams a reality in my life. Do I set aside enough time to write? No. Have I made it a priority lately? No. Is the passion still there? Yes. Do I know I have a story to tell? Yes. Then why am I not doing anything about it? I don’t know.
A friend once recently told me that she knew the talent was there, i just needed to be more deliberate about making the TIME in the middle of my crazy life to actually sit down and write, even if it’s only for five minutes a day. As easy as it would be to just pass that off and forget about it, she’s right. It has to start somewhere. And, it starts tonight!
I just found a writing contest that is due July 16 that I am going to enter. It’s a children’s book and it’s exciting and I’m excited. I’ll let you know how it goes!