I always thought I’d write a novel one day, that it was just a given that writers wrote novels, but I haven’t yet. I had a great idea, it didn’t quite fit into a neat little genre, but I felt it was interesting, and I even started writing it several times. But I’m not a novelist. I might be one day, I’m not shutting that door, but I’m not now.
Currently, I prefer writing shorter pieces. I like to write essays, vignettes, poetry, prose, journal entries, and reflections. I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want to share my words and where. I’ve decided that I’d like to create collections of my work and self publish them when I have enough to do so.
Today I took a step toward making my collection(s) a reality, and I am so excited to have taken the first step.
I’ve been experimenting with Obsidian for knowledge and task management, so I decided that today I would create a separate vault for my writing and use it to help me create collections. So far, I have a few previously published posts I want to include, but I also plan to keep some of my work unpublished (for now) to work on a collection.
It feels so good to be creating for the sake of creating again. Not only am I falling in love with writing once more, today I found myself looking through my bookbinding tools with longing, and I briefly regretted selling my junk journaling supplies. Maybe one day I will pick up the junk journaling again. Or maybe I’ll pick up some other art form or another. The possibilities are endless because making time to write daily has awakened the slumbering beast that is my creativity.