Yet again I’ve been a slave to the evil temptress that is life. Which is quite unusual for me! I did zero writing over the weekend. It was my nieces first birthday, so I was needed in Brighton. My little boy had a lovely day, so it was very much worth it. And on Sunday the sun was shining, so we got the paddling pool out, and splashed to our hearts content.
Monday, I tried to write, but I couldn’t really remember where I was going.
Thankfully, today I managed to hash out over a thousand words. I hit 20k on Friday, and when I told my mum (I’m a child at heart…) she told me she was proud of me. It made me feel so pleased. Knowing that my mum doesn’t think I’m silly for wanting to pursue writing is a really reassuring thing. The good thing about my mum is that she is always honest. She wont tell me something I do is good, unless it actually is. Luckily, she loves to read (almost) as much as me, so she has some knowledge of what makes a good story.
I wont get any writing done tomorrow as I am off to the Zoo with a very good friend (who is, like my mum, a big supporter of my writing.) She has just completed her PGCE in Primary Education, and this will be the first time I’ve seen her in months! We will be watching a Harry Potter movie, or two, while we feast on goodies.
I’m not sure how this really relates to being an ‘amateur’ writer, but I guess it relates to me. And how I see my writing.
I’ve seen many writers talk about sacrificing certain things in life for their writing and it makes me wonder; should I be sacrificing things for it? Could I say to my sister ‘Sorry, I can’t come to your daughters first birthday party because I need to work on my novel.’
And the answer is, simply, no. And I don’t think I could ever sacrifice those things. Does that mean I don’t have the right mindset to be a writer?