A few weeks ago I mentioned that I was going to try a blog challenge for the month of July. If any of you would like to join me, that would be awesome! Be sure to let me know and I’ll put a link to your blog on my posts. Here is the challenge if you choose to accept it:
So I found this blog challenge on 18 Years Young’s blog yesterday.
It seemed like a lot of fun, but I’d like to alter it a bit. Some of the challenges are more in list format and I’d like to do one that is focused more on prose. So, here’s the question: What would you like to see added to this list? What topics would be fun to read about? And best of all, who wants to do this with me? I’m thinking July would be a great month!
It’s time to talk about it. Commitment. When it comes to writing, I have some serious commitment issues.
I was speaking with someone the other day about starting a writer’s group. Mostly because I need some accountability. My amazing friend Karissa just finished the first draft of her book. She got up at 4:30am every day to write. 4 freakin 30. The only time I see that time of day is when I haven’t gone to bed yet. She also has a full-time job and a family. But she made time, she set goals, and she is getting stuff done. She is superwoman.
This is Karissa and I, with our awesome friend Susan, back-in-the-day. So far back my hair’s not even red. Karissa is the one with the shortest hair. She looks even more beautiful today, despite the fact that she’s had two kids. Did I mention that she’s superwoman?
Then there’s Tripp. Tripp is a college professor-speaker-actor-animal wrangler-musician-skateboarder-pacifist. Oh yeah. And an author. He’s written/contributed to 13 books. THIRTEEN. How does he do that? I don’t know, but that guy cranks out books like it’s nobody’s business. He is both ten degrees of brilliant and the coolest guy ever. If you met him in real life you might be deceived by his slacker-like t-shirt collection. But don’t be fooled. Anyone who has written 13 books before they’ve turned 40 doesn’t have a slacker bone in their body.
Here are Tripp and I with the cast of “The King Stag” back in college. He’s the one with the weird horn on his head. I’m the one wearing the neon yellow dress made out of a curtain. (I was totally allergic. That’s a whole other story for Murphy to tell.) Too bad I can’t seem to find the photo of me carrying him up the stairs. That one is awesome.
Anyway . . . back to the point. I need some accountability. And although I have amazing writer-friends, they all live far away. Hence the idea for a writers group. Anyone in the Central New York area interested?