I’m one of those goal oriented people. I decide I want to do something, and I research. I try to find a way to do it. Of course, I get quite a bit of encouragement from my ‘pushy’ hubby who always encourages me when my fears and self-doubt get in the way.
When I was 7 or 8, I decided I wanted to be one of three things: A Geriatric Nurse, A Geologist or A Genealogist. Now, nearly two decades later, I’ve become a Geriatric Nurse, and I work on Genealogy as a side hobby. Though I’m no geologist, I still go to rock shows and get excited when I find a mineral I haven’t seen before.
So why did it take me so long to really pursue writing? I think the biggest reason was because I was afraid. I enjoyed writing for me, but it’s almost like putting a part of yourself out for everyone to see. It’s a much more intimate process.
How about the rest of you? What keeps you from taking your writing seriously? What keeps you from focusing on that end goal?