quit saying I want to write and actually write

Nanowrimo didn’t happen this year. I started doing Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, but then quit.

Yesterday, I went to a Write-a-thon at a local writing studio. It wasn’t particularly productive, but it was nice to be in a space with writers. So last night, I got The Artist’s Way out again and am going to try again. It’s not even a matter of cultivating the writer within, but tapping into creativity and the flow of artistic energy.

Today I wrote a bit, did some exercises from The Artist’s Way, and drew.

I proved that I’m capable of writing a novel; I need to keep going. The only way to be a writer is to write. And while I would like to be an artist, the way I express myself, process my thoughts, interpret the world—it’s through words.