Starting this blog was a way to make me write more regularly and it's worked. I write more than I ever did when I did 'daily pages' or any of those exercises people who write books about writing suggest. I actually miss it when I'm away or forget to sit down and put fingers to keyboard.
It also makes me dream more of writing other stuff - articles, short stories, maybe one day a novel. I write these ideas down more and feel more comfortable about developing them. This is a breakthrough. I've always done a lot more thinking about writing than actually writing, feeling embarassed about admitting, even to myself, that I want to write, that I dare to write.
My most recent problem with writing, however, is that people keep writing my books. I saw two books today in Smiths. One about the workplace where most people spend the majority of their time with people they'd never choose as friends (idea had a couple of years ago having gone back to work when the kids went to school). The other was yet another hilarious story of domestic woes and adventures - whoops I drove the 4 x 4 into a hedge and then handsome hedge fund manager fished me out and found my kookiness strangely attractive..... mmmmm, maybe there's enough of those out there already?
So...the moral of this tale? Answers on a comment please....