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To Write With Passion (Part 2)

Writing is not for everyone. But for those who enjoy it, it is everything. Unfortunately, I don't do enough of it. Sometimes just the sound of my fingers typing against the keyboard is enough to make me want to start brainstorming ideas and begin writing. And that's exactly what I'm intending to do.

I'm fully intent on finally working on a book. I know what I want it to be about and I have some ideas of what I wish to include. But first, I want to establish myself. To do that, I have started a Facebook page in order to promote myself, slowly, but surely. Follow, like, or share: https://www.facebook.com/towritewithpassion/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel (Look at that self promo.)

I find myself constantly coming up with excuses for why I haven't started writing or working on my book. The truth is that I'm honestly just lazy. I haven't been giving myself the time to write. When I do have time, I blame my lack of inspiration. As I get older, I realize that I'm only letting myself down by constantly procrastinating. I decided that it's time. I need to finally put myself out there and stop worrying about criticism, most of which comes from myself. The more you do something, the better you get at it. And that's what I hope to achieve through this journey. Do I expect to become the next J.K. Rowling? No. But that's not what I'm trying to achieve. I want to write because that is my passion. If my passion gets me somewhere, then that'll be rewarding, but if it allows me to reach out to just a few people, then I would have accomplished my dream. I've always imagined and hoped to see one of my books on the shelve of a book store. If a stranger happens to walk in to the store, pick it up, read it, and appreciate it, then my dream would become reality.

The key is to keep writing. Which is what I will continue doing. Maybe before I know it, everything I have written down will come together and I'll have a final product.

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