I mentioned, in passing, to an acquaintance that I would love to write a book. It’s been a dream for many, many, many years. She said, “Why don’t you?”
I was thinking of my inability to find the time and the energy and the focus to write. For awhile, I was blogging regularly which I figured was helping to hone my writing skills. I’ve stopped writing as much because life is quite busy.
Will I ever find that time? I know I have ideas floating around inside my brain, stories waiting to be told. I have the desire.
I don’t know that I have enough motivation though, not right at this moment. Perhaps it will arrive and push me into that mode that I believe is buried within me somewhere.