Anyway - I've been doing some writing exercises today. At the beginning of the year I decided to set myself small goals - not huge, ginormous goals that I never reach and then feel so damn inadequate and useless, just bite sized goals, ones that I can fit in inbetween work, and washing and feeding The Testosterone Club, that will help me achieve the huge, ginormous ones.
So, instead of saying to myself this year I will finish my book - which one, you ask? oh, I dunno - anyone of the 3 - I decided to set the goal of doing writing exercises at least twice a week. Sunday and Wednesday. And as today is Sunday, that's what I am doing.
I am working from 365 Ways to get you Writing. Daily Inspiration and Advice for Creative Writers by Jane Cooper. So far, so good.
In it she asks what your first memory that involves writing is. I thought about this and it was hard to find the first memory, as I can only ever remember writing. Okay, I know I wasn't born with a pencil in my hand or doing short essays at the age of 1, but I cannot pin-point the time when I actually started writing.
There is however, one memory that springs to mind. I was about 10, on holiday with my father and step-mom. I had written a (very) short story and I showed it to my father. Who read it - or seemed to read it, said 'oh' and handed it back to me. It was a good moment for me to remember this, really.
It reminded me that just as I don't enjoy every book I read, and some I give up on after the third page, there will always be people that don't like my writing, but it's still no excuse not to write. So, I will keep at it.
And maybe I'll even get to this blog more often. We'll see.