Today I did this. I admitted to what my inner dream is. It's not really a secret, I intend to be a paid, full-time writer. I have stalled because I have been afraid to utter it out loud. It resounds like a drum in my own mind but stating it publicly is a whole different thing. It is then I become accountable. And I figured if I didn't take any action I wouldn't be responsible to follow-through, thus removing my accountability. A ridiculous form of self-sabotage. The truth is, I have every resource needed to make this happen. How am I going to do this? It is two-fold. I am completing my books, and I also intend to be a paid copywriter. So that is one of the very best things about today.
Truth. Truth with myself and truth with the world at large. Today I started a copywriting class I have had as a resource for over a year and have been afraid to begin. Also today I logged in to Writer's Digest and listened to a webinar I had purchased over a year ago about developing the plot of a story. And guess what...ideas started pouring in about plot lines and where I need to take my book. Now comes the real work, getting my ass in a chair and writing those plot lines. And that's the truth. Getting it down on the page is the simplest and hardest thing to do. In order to be a writer, all that is required is to write. Not to study about writing, research it to death, or get more resources. But to simply write. Every day, if you can. That's what makes a writer.
Dinner. Last night I had the good fortune of having dinner with my friends Darrell and Linda. They came over to the houseboat and we had a very good time talking and sharing food and conversation. Tomorrow night I'm going to dinner at some other friends' house, John and Lois, and I'm looking very forward to that also. We had pasta and salad and I used the neighbors small, orange tomatoes in the salad. I don't know what kind they were, but they were delicious!
Walking. Tonight I took myself for a long walk from the houseboat over to Sellwood Blvd and the bluff overlooking Oaks Bottom. I had sat for way too long studying today and I needed to get some movement in. Of course my feet took me right to the house that is in my book. I'm hoping to be able to get in and do some sort of a tour of the house. There's something there. I'm not sure what, but that house is central to my story.
Connor. This kid is so fun. He stayed with me at the houseboat on Sunday night. We tried to go to Oak's Park Monday afternoon, but they were closed. So he decided we should go to Starbucks. And so we did. He asked about a secret menu and the barista said this location didn't have one, but if he could pull something up online, he might be able to make it. Connor decided on a "thin mint" frappucino. It turned out pretty good. Connor was so excited because the guy spelled his name right on his drink without even asking. He wanted to give the barista his tip directly, and ended up leaving it on the counter. Sometimes I'm not sure if this kid is 12 or 45. I think he is a bit of an old soul.
I am grateful for the sunshine, this experience on the houseboat and being in Sellwood again. For the people I'm meeting and the experiences I'm having. The growth I am experiencing while actively pursuing my dreams. Dreams. Yea, that's another one. I'm thankful for my creative dreams. My life feels so rich these days, I cannot help but be in love with it. Trusting the journey I am on, doing the work and surrendering my attachment to the outcome. And here I am full circle right back to truth. Now that is the truest adventure, living my truth. Of all the adventures I could choose, this one might be the scariest. Happy Adventuring!