Here we are, almost at the end of another year. Four steps forward and three steps backwards, in a subtle dance of time and rhythm that makes us feel as if we haven’t gotten anywhere at all sometimes – but we have! Or at least, we’re in a different place than we were last year at this time.
The holidays don’t just happen; it takes a whole lot of work, and many times, we’re supported in our preparations by society, which makes it easier and easier to get stuff done and put on a good show for that Happy Holiday. Why, if we wanted to, we could have an almost-instant holiday with pre-decorated trees and a turkey TV dinner. Or we could try the other side of the spectrum, by using the internet to order a smoked turkey from that eccentric farmer, and the finest Bohemian glass globes from half way around the world. The trimmings are easier, but it’s our own hearts that bring the real joy and meaning to the celebration.
Do I have to spell it out? Writing is the same thing. We live in a time where we can get online support and critiques, buy the best organizing tools ever, and even publish ourselves with only our own Inner Censors as the sole gatekeepers of our work. Or we could get a pencil and paper, and then publish pictures of our handwritten pages on Instagram. It’s all trimmings. What really matters is the happiness you get from writing.
This is my last blog post of 2017; may 2018 bring you all wonderful ideas and opportunities to really enjoy what you write. Happy New Year!