Beginning again, and again, and again

I keep putting it off. Sometimes I wonder whether I really want to be a writer. But then I remember the fantastic dream I had the night before and realize that I must put these stories down before I forget them. Then I forget them, because I put off writing them down. It seems to be some seriously vicious circle with me. Is it scheduling? If I make myself sit down at a certain time every day will I finally start to create my writing voice? Is it pure laziness, or even just motherhood getting in the way?

Will I ever finish my bilingual children's book or begin to form my novel? Here's the main solution I have: Begin again. All I can do is make a plan and do my best to stick to it. Mom, Laura: I think I will try the due date thing again if you're up for it! I will give myself assignments and send them to you both.

Assignment number one: Chapter one! Yes, I know, ambitious. But I've already started it. I just need to follow it through and see where it takes me. Expect to see a beginning of the selkie story, an introduction to Mara, by next Sunday, Jonas' birthday, October 3rd!