Once upon a time… Sometime in the future… Now it’s becoming routine…
I am once again sitting in front of a blank notebook and wondering when my novel will begin to write itself. When will the pages come to life with the journey of a character who has yet to live?
My character is so alive in my mind. I know where she is now, and where she’ll be in the end. Her struggles. Her passions. Her dreams.
But in the end, it’s my dream that I’m afraid to reach for. Because while I can hit the backspace button on my laptop and clear a word that may have strayed off course, my life is not so easily directed. I may make mistakes. I may be uncertain. I may fail. And unlike the fate of the character in my novel, I can’t change the ending.
It’s much easier to dream than to achieve. To always imagine tomorrow, while letting the opportunities of today pass by. To never have tried and therefore avoid the possibility of what-could-have-been-but-never-was.
But if I don’t try, then how will I ever know if I can? That I can.
My novel hasn’t been worked on much these past couple of months, mostly due to time constraints. Still I wonder if I let go of the uncertainty and focused more on what I wanted to accomplish — on what was truly important to me — then maybe I would make more of an effort. Then maybe I would force myself to let go, in order to make time for the writing… the creativity… the turning a dream into a reality.
It’s important to me. Not because I need to see my name in print, but because I need to write… and because I have a story to share. So here I am, surrounded by calendars and organizers, making the conscious decision to cut out some things in order to make room for others. Making the decision to fight for this, each and every day, until the race is won.
What’s your dream and what are you doing to make it come true?