So many ideas, so many thoughts. Keeping a notebook. Writing it all down, and then some. Taking the thoughts to the laptop, typing them up is a process. Some authors write on big yellow legal pads. I have a little green notebook with lots of words, sentences, some observations, ideas for future works. Snarks.

Taking it all in. Observing. Thinking. Planning. Thinking some more, even if it happens in the middle of the night. Keep a notebook by the bed?

Where does the creativity come in. Those great thoughts that occur without warning seem to be part of the process. While I am swimming, back and forth, or just bobbing around, the ideas seem to seep into my brain.

But there needs to be some discipline. And I have not yet been able to prioritize my writing. There always seems to be something that needs to be done before I can sit down and write. Is this something that women writers endure? Something needs cleaning, weeding, washing, doing. What’s for dinner? What are these stains on this shirt? What is on the grocery list? What bills need to be paid? Is there time to swim now? Decisions have to be made as to the importance of writing in my life.

Do I carve out time every day at the same time to write something? Is it like the ridiculous piano practice that I endured growing up. Practice, and you’ll be great at the piano. No, it’s not the same. Writing is a skill and it needs to be propelled by the desire to be a writer.

I want to be a writer.