new years is for new beginnings, new cravings and new restrictions. but there is something about spring that makes you want to keep those promises you made to yourself. it's as if while the trees are shaking off the last cold bits, and the grass finds itself once again facing the sun, we all want to freshen up our routines, and remind ourselves how we want to grow.
for me personally, i feel like the snow has, in the most terrifying ways, frozen my ability to write. i feel like i don't write everyday, because i don't believe that i can. facebook told me this morning that one of my high school english professors was up before the sun so that she could get 2,000 words in before she had to be at work. before her day was even out of bed she was putting words down, and i can't seem to find the time within the sixteen hours i spend awake to write even a portion of that? that seems silly.
so here, on the first day of march i will begin a pledge to myself to write something- anything- for the book or for myself, everyday.
for today- i think this is good, not only because i see this as a good beginning, but also because my favorite ginger guy is on his way over here, and i'm just too excited to make any more sense.
