Today I received in the mail a note from my Professor at Georgetown about my final paper. It said, "Faith, you are a damn good writer." I cried. Wow, do I cry a lot these days. Having a baby turns you into a baby.
Tears or no tears, this may have changed my life.
I think about writing everyday and several times a day. I write sentences in my head and see things that inspire me to write every few hours or so. No exaggeration. The problem of course has always been and will be two paralyzing states: fear and lack of discpline. Well fuck them, because the time has come. I will punch them in the back of the knees and kick their throats.
I have committed to myself to write. I turn 31 next week and felt as though there was not much to look forward to in life, aside from my boy growing up...
Thank you Mr. Yonkers for correcting the course. I will write.
31 is going to be good.
Join me for the ride or not, because I might write about you.
Yes. I needed this.
Posted by: Monica Gill | January 30, 2012 at 11:28 AM