Hey all.
This might sound sort of arb, but this week’s post is about
writing. I’m writing about writing. I’m only doing that because currently I’m
doing Nanowrimo, the challenge whereby you set yourself the target of writing a
book in the month of November, and your target is 50,000 words in the month.
This is pretty cool because even if you only get to 40,000, or if you get to
60,000 and your novel is still not complete, you have yourself a pretty little
start to your BOOK, and having a start to a book is better than having no book
at all. And a book is something isn’t it, it’s an asset, specially if you get
it published. It’s sort of like an asset you can create out of nothing, if you
have a flair for writing, the same as a painting or a piece of art is.
But writing is more than that, and this is what brings me to
the point of why I’m writing THIS post about writing. I could be barking
completely up the wrong tree, but my suspicion is that a lot of you readers
have a lot on your mind, and maybe, limited place to vent it. That’s the point
of these posts, to try and show you that there is someone to listen, that there
are more people than you may realize who are going through the same thing, and
although they may not have answers, the fact that there are people that are going
through it provides solidarity.
