I’ve always thought I could write. I often tell stories inside my head.Things I would like to tell new friends and aquaitances. Stories about some of the things that have happened in my life. Sometimes retelling stories I’ve heard from others. I used to make up stories for my kids when they were small. They would go on for days and weeks sometimes, adding new adventures and details about the characters every evening. My kids and my wife used to tell me I should write them down, but I never did. I can still recall a couple of the story lines and sometimes I think I should try to write them down. But I never do. I never make the time.
Last week I read an article about the discipline of writing for one hour per day. I made a little promise to myself that I would try. And that I would start on July 1 2019. I didn’t quite make it then. It’s July 3rd, but better late than never.
I’ve fixed up a few previous blog posts, and written this so far tonight. It’s been fun.