You’d never guess, I failed another writing challenge

Hello peeps,

We’re almost a month into fall and I’ve already failed another writing challenge. This one I technically still have time to do, but I’m a month behind posts. I could catch up. I could keep not doing it.

This one is FinishUrBookFall. I made the first post. And that’s it. I didn’t make it to post #2, which I was really excited about because it dealt with moodboard/aesthetics and was scheduled on my birthday. But I didn’t post anything. So I continued to not post anything. Until we’re here and I’m thinking about it, and I bet I can get the motivation to make that post. I had already started looking for pictures. No promises on any posts following that.

I don’t know why making my writing a priority is so hard. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since I could read and write. I fucking love it.

I always thought I’d reach a certain age, and I’d magically find myself in a cottage off the coast of Maine, intently focused on completely on my umpteenth novel.

But that’s not how it works.

I made other decisions with my life. I let others influence my decisions.

I turned 30 this year. I know in the grand scheme of things it’s not much, but it’s the oldest I’ve ever been. The days tick by, and I’m tired of feeling stuck. I want to move, progress. (Not literally moving because I’ve done that about 15 times in the last 10 years). I want to feel like I’m building the life I want.

It’s probably not off the coast of Maine, but it’s somewhere. I’m going to find it.

-Frankie