Writing Words not Fighting Words

I come here and I write and I think, “I liked that, I’ll be back tomorrow to write some more.” I come back and the numbers on the calendar tells me it’s a week later. What? Did someone run out the door with the other days? I can’t seem to find a balance between my paper journal and my online journal. It’s a feeling that pulls and tugs at me like having two young ones pulling at my pant legs and whichever way I turn makes me feel like I’m favouring one child over another. But somehow I can’t seem to do justice to both.

I write on my blog, I write in my paper journal, I write for my Bachelor course, I was writing everyday on my online course which has just finished and which I hope to start another one soon, I will be writing at my live journal courses one of which starts this Thursday, the other two which start the first week of April. I write on my yahoo writing group called “The Write Haven”. I write personal emails to friends and family. I am writing some content stuff for my website which I am in the process of revamping with the help of a few other people so it will work better for me. I have a couple of ideas on the back burner to write about - stuff I can’t wait to dig my claws into and put together for a self-publishing possibility.

Hmmm.....now that I’ve written all this down and looked at it in a different light I can quit scolding and handing out the guilt trip. Instead I can tell “self”: “Good job you old coot!!! Look at you. You’re doing what you love doing, spreading the good word about the power of the written word and doing some of your own writing too.” Then I hear the all too familiar dialogue kick in upstairs. “I am grateful for what has come my way and I’m ready and open for more of the same. Bring it on man. I love it. More, more!”

Oh, by the way, for any of you readers out there who hold the written word in high esteem or who consider yourselves writing addicts like me, Nathalie Goldberg has a new book out and it’s about writing memoir! So far I’ve managed to hold myself back from bursting through the doors at Chapter but I don’t know how much longer I’ll last. Every time I drive by I hear a voice coming from the back of the store to where I am sitting in my car at the stop light saying. “Hey, psst......, this is a good one, it’s just what you’ve been waiting for......