I Should Be Committed

It's something that makes me crazy: being committed. I should be committed. I must be. Otherwise, this is just a floundering hobby that could cost thousands of dollars and provide me with box after box of white elephant gifts for family and friends.

"Oh look, Mark gave us the book he published. Who can we regift this to quickly?"

I must be committed to writing. If not creating a story, then letters to family. If not letters, then a page of prose, of description, of musing, of anything. Gotta' write, mister!

This is not new advice. It's age old, told to me by countless people. But now that my life is well over half-over, I've not got the luxury of laziness. There's less and less time to "do it sometime." Sometime is now. If I want my writing to fly, I have to quit dreaming about being a writer and BE one.

What is that quote? "The hardest thing about being a writer is writing." It's just doing it.

I'll don my beret, shave my beard to a goatee, and wear sunglasses at night later. Right now, I need to work, to sweat out words. Time to be committed.