The Next Chapter

These past few weeks I have asked myself, ‘what’s next?’

I proudly and without hesitation remarked ‘a book. I need to focus on my book and actually completing my material. This will be the year I complete my first book.’

With that declaration, came an onset of trepidation and may I add– doubt. Like any first time writer this is new territory a foreign land in which I have dared to venture and although there are a bevy of writers that have risen from obscurity to prominence (my mind always goes to JK Rowling), Doubt stomps around wagging its little finger in my face asking ‘are you sure you have what it takes?’

Unfortunately, this is a question in which only I have the answer and it requires a lot of soul searching and an unshakeable belief in one’s self.

Between deciding to pursue another path or writing I can say with confidence that my first love won. I was only sure of this decision this evening when I thought of the time and dedication it would take to pursue option B–I grimaced as if my cat had rub her dirty, litter covered paw across my face. From that visceral reaction I had my answer it was not or is not a commitment I am inclined to make.

I love to write, I enjoy writing and hope to one day do this as a profession.

I have been writing since the age of nine and it has truly been my first love the one that no matter how much time passes I cannot shake it from my thoughts.

I vow from this moment forward not to allow any more time to pass between myself and what I love.