Or have I?
You know this assumption that writers are good at keeping journals? Not true–or at least, not true for me. When I was a kid, I was completely enamoured of the idea of keeping a diary, but my efforts never lasted long because I would inevitably forget to write for a few days and then give up because I wasn’t that invested in it. What it all really came down to was that writing about my own life was never interesting enough to be worth the trouble.
Writing fiction is easy. Writing about myself is not. Yet I’ve mastered the novel-in-a-month challenge of NaNoWriMo, which requires writing every day, so I know the potential is there. The real question is: am I insane enough to stick with this, on top of fiction-writing and schoolwork and a job and extracurriculars? Am I crazy enough to think this is doable? Do I have the self-discipline and time management (oho, time management) to pull this off?
My blogging naïveté requires that I say “yes” to all of the above.
So here we go…
