My brother inspired this post. He has resolved to run a half-marathon and is actually doing it. He has inspired to me in his effort to set and make progress toward achieving a goal. In one of his blog posts he wrote about his difficulty in finishing projects that he starts. I could relate wholly.
I often begin projects, run out of steam, and quit. It’s not a quality I particularly love in myself, but it’s part of who I am. I am a dreamer. I imagine myself doing all of these wonderful things and set my sights so high that it’s nearly impossible to follow through.
I started a book two summers ago. My goal was to write a story I wanted to read. From what I’ve read about writing a book, that is the first step-write the book you want to read. At first the writing came quickly. I had characters, a setting, and a basic plot. I knew where I wanted my protagonist to go as I wrote the ending before the beginning. I find working backwards, as when solving a mathematical problem, usually works best.
After making significant progress I lost my momentum. I used my book as a way to escape the world and last year was so wonderful that I never felt the need to escape. This was great for my mental health but not for my writing. This summer I found I desperately needed an escape and the writing magically came back. I set a goal, and for most of the summer, I made progress.
School started, I moved, and the writing stopped. I promised myself I’d come back to it on the weekends or over the holidays but a week into the winter holidays I still hadn’t started.
Until today, that is. I woke up, knew I had nothing planned, no place to be, and no one to report to. I stopped thinking about everything except my book.
That is when the writing came. All of the sudden I was writing furiously, finally finding inspiration and the rest of my story. I’m not going to lie and say that the book will be finished anytime soon, but I will say that I am off to a promising start. I want to finish this book.
Correction…I will finish this book.