I really need to get back into writing. I have a friend who is a technical writer who says that having to write for her job has ruined her for the writing she used to do for herself. I think I've realized that is what has happened to me. Trying to figure out the correct way to write about things that went wrong and then trying to explain how we will attempt to correct and prevent them can be exhausting. Add to that the dealing with multiple groups of people reading over what I write so they can tear it apart and tell me what they would like to see written differently, well, that can be really disheartening sometimes. Especially when I disagree with them and they disagree with each other.
Although, if I'm honest, my job isn't the only thing that keeps me from writing on my blog. When I think about possibly doing another month of writing every day, I feel a little guilty. I mean, I do work full time, so even when I am working at home, I'm not really spending time with my kids. Then there are t-ball practices and family commitments and other things that take up my non-working time. Then there is the fact that Ryan works on the weekends so our only time together is weeknight evenings after the boys are in bed. I feel like taking the time to write every day would be a bit selfish and just not that do-able.
However, I do have some time on the weekends, after the boys are in bed. I typically use this time to tidy up, catch up on the laundry, and clear out the DVR. What I need to make myself do is use at least one of those nights for writing. I really need that creative outlet, and since I am not even a tiny bit artistic or in any other way creatively talented, writing is pretty much all I have in that regard. And when I go back and read old posts, like my Polka Dot Bathing Suit one or my Seafoam Green Couch post, I realize that I used to actually not suck at writing. One night per week. That's not too much to ask.
But can I really make myself do it? I guess we will find out. Friday is only two days away.