In honor of my 200th blog post, I've written a poem-type thing using only 200 words. It's about why I feel like a slacker (mostly because I am). Enjoy!
One day job: full-time fun, free-time price
Too many books to read: sixty-seven this year... so far
Three children growing fast: how can I not read to them?
Forever companion: he lets me read, he lets me write. He deserves attention
Five people in a fixer-upper I should occasionally clean.
I have written, edited, polished, and queried one book
I have finally outlined my next book
I have an idea sitting, gathering sparks
I have a short story percolating, waiting its turn
I have to query more, write more, edit more, dream MORE.
I’m a slacker group leader of an awesome writing group
I’m a procrastinating host of a podcast that's been silent too long
I’m a blogger of writing topics who neglects her own writing
I’m a wanna-be who wants it to be NOW
I’m afraid I’m a poser.
There aren’t enough hours in the day or days in the year or years in my life
There isn’t a single excuse for the way I’ve been waiting for my dreams
There can’t be a vice more powerful than sloth
There doesn’t seem to be rest for the weary
There won’t ever be a pinnacle I’m happy to rest on.
What dreams do you neglect?