I intended to start this blog during my pregnancy with Pumpkin back in 2009. It didn’t get started until my current pregnancy with Peanut this year. I had the best of intentions, thinking that it couldn’t be that hard to keep up with at least some short journal-sorts of entries on a weekly basis.
I think there are some people that are just meant to blog, and others that aren’t.
I wonder if I’m the latter. Many people say that I should be writing. I don’t think I have the discipline for it.
I especially wonder how I think I’m going to have more time to do it once the new baby comes.
I wonder how many of the posts on this blog are going to reference my inability to commit to blogging?
Throughout my day, I think of quite literally dozens of things that I’d like to write about, but when it comes down to having a free moment to get online, I end up lost in Facebook. I do use Facebook as a journal of sorts, and it has actually been nice to be able to go back and call up old posts that I’ve made about Pumpkin and Peanut over the last few years. I wish I could channel some of that energy into writing here more.
On NPR yesterday, a British author named Rosamund Lupton was on the Diane Rehm show to talk about her debut novel, Sister. I was initially intrigued by the segment because the book is about two sisters (although one of the sisters isn’t actually alive the duration of the novel), and I’m rather fascinated by the idea of the sisterly bond, since Pumpkin is about to become a big sister. I have a brother, and know nothing about that kind of relationship. It seems to be a mystical thing for many women.
Lupton began talking about how she’d wanted to write since learning at age six what an “author” was, and decided to try her hand at writing the novel that had been bubbling around in her mind for years. Her husband is a medical doctor, and worked long hours, to the point of exhaustion. She wanted to publish the novel in part to relieve some of the financial strain that required the husband to work so hard. She said that she started out writing fifty words a day, while her young boys were at school, then late at night.
Eventually, the fifty words a day became five-hundred. She said it wasn’t easy at first, but it got easier.
And really, what worthwhile accomplishment isn’t difficult at first?
I admire her courage, her initiative, and her success. I wish I could bottle just a teensy bit of that motivation, and just write about my daughter at least once a day!