I Don't Wanna

Don't you hate how it takes 30 days to make a habit, but one week of lazy, grumpy "I don't wanna's" to totally destroy it?

This can apply to anything - exercise, writing, our eating habits... the trudge uphill is so much harder than the roll downwards. It's such a pain, it's no wonder 1/3rd of all Americans are obese.

But then, I think about the things I tell myself I don't want to, and it's such a small, stupid things to complain to myself over, that it gives me the push to do them, even when I'd rather take the convenient option.

Yesterday, I really didn't want to go to the gym. I wanted to lie down, mope a little, and heck, eat some doritos. I don't have any doritos, and lying down was fruitless, so I hauled my complaining, whining butt to the gym. And even though I didn't do as well as I normally do, I didn't meet or exceed my usual end goals, I did the most important one - I finished. Sometimes, all it takes is that reminder from finishing to remind us we're doing it all for a reason.

And I don't really want those Doritos anymore, either.

Dedication

I know, it's been awhile since I posted here. I've been dealing with some personal issues, and combined with my usual daily life, has left no time for blogging. And for that, I apologize. I will do my best to resume a motley handful of posts a month from here on out.

One of the reasons I've been so quiet is I sent a partial out last month, and my creative brain has been focused on shaping up the rear end of this novel, and starting the next one in the series. I also took a break as I moved into a new place.

Now that I'm fairly well settled into my new routine, which involves working out at the gym and eating better, the writing is making its way back in. But let's face it - as much as we write about writing in these blogs, sometimes we just need to write about life. I mean, that's what we as writers do - explain life through the lenses of our books. And if we can get people to understand what makes us passionate, what makes us view a particular slice of life the way we do and get them to sympathize, then we have succeeded as writers.

I have learned more about some areas of life than I cared to in the past few months. However, the raw emotions that go along with life changes are necessary. They remind us that we're human, that we all share a common bond. And it reminds me, as a writer, why I choose to portray life through fiction.

Meanwhile, I've got so much life left to live, so many stories to tell, and things to experience, that I can't wait to have every moment of life. And, I hope, some of those experiences will trickle their way into my writings and touch some reader somewhere.