I sometimes wonder if I am all talk and no action. I have ideas, sure. But where do they go? How many are realized. Completed a manuscript, sure. But, what's the point if no one sees or reads it?
Over the last year, I have been thinking about the words, purpose and productivity. I have been trying to turn dreams into flesh--to be realized.
I realized that one of my problems is that I am a dilettante. I like ideas more than anything. I dabble in things, but never enough to commit to or become an expert at anything. I am the connoisseur of nothing.
So, one of my writing goals for the non-calendar year 2019-2020 is to commit to something. I have revamped my Wattpad account, and will commit to garnering readership and success. Unlike the past, when I have dabbled and given up.
I will commit to passions. #writersgoal.
"When she was just a girl, she expected the world. But it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep." -ColdPlay.