Yes, look closely and she is there even if a book and her dad are rather stealing the show!
Well, here we are, New Year’s Eve and feeling the need for some sort of round up of the year.
In terms of blog posts, if I get this posted before midnight, then it will be the ninth of the year as against eight in 2016. Hardly a prolific output!
And it sets me thinking, not in terms of resolutions, but of why don’t I…
Seeing as there’s only about three weeks of the year that contain three or more consecutive days of not writing anything then why does so little find it’s way to the blog? Most of what I write from day to day is not for public consumption, I suppose. So why, when the computer’s on anyway, do I not write a little something for someone?
I joined a writers group in January so have written something for the group each month. And I write an article for each issue of the Parish Magazine and a sermon roughly once a month.
The highlight of 2017 was being licensed by the Bishop as a Reader – lay minister in the Church of England. That marked the end of a three year period of study and the writing of academic essays. Surely the ideal chance to get back into a more creative mode of writing. But somehow it hasn’t happened.
Why not?
I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was eight years old but for most of my life haven’t had time to do much about it. Now it’s no longer lack of time I have to wonder whether it’s lack of inclination.
Or encouragement?
Or inspiration?
Inertia?
Or just some mysterious force I’ve not yet identified!
Rosalie Squires 