I have been searching my soul this week, wondering where all this is going.
By the end of this December, which is quickly approaching, I intend to organize and edit everything I have written so far, and turn it into a book.
I believe Diggin’ Ditches is definitely a working title.
I am not sure who will read the book. I have many doubts, questions and reluctant thoughts on the matter. I am not crippled by fear, but definitely a little unhinged, wondering if anyone will care or buy the book.
I chase those thoughts far from my consciousness. I instruct myself to keep digging and not to spend too much time dwelling on the possibility of being a failed author, on my very first try.
It might be a little easier now, instead of a few months from now, when I will need to find the funds and leap forward.
A very dear friend proposed the idea for book, and I am extremely grateful. It has given me a renewed sense of purpose and a goal I didn’t have before.
Writing every single day is not easy.
I am not interested in easy. I am in this thing for the challenge and a sense of meaning.
I have decided to end this blog.
Not yet. I’m not done. I am not ready to move on to other things, but for the first time since I started I can see the end coming.
I am giving myself four more years.
It is so easy to write down, but the end of 2021 is a lifetime away.
In either case, I now know the end.
When I am done, I will have five volumes of meaningful musings, and one volume of quotables. Enough to create a daily reader, which will guide you through an entire year. I might throw in an extra few entries to compensate for a few leap years. An appendix of sorts.
Why am I thinking out loud and why does this have to end?
I am sharing this today because I don’t want all of this to just vanish one day. I don’t want those of you who read on a regular basis to wake up and never hear from me again.
I have visited many wonderful blogs, and it saddens me, when I see their last entry read 2012, 2015, or 2009. They burn bright and burn out. They are not heard from again. I am sad when I find yet another forgotten graveyard of beautiful writing
Today I have a purpose. It will end my terms. All I must do now, is just the hard work of sticking to it and never losing grip. Never losing faith or hope, that despite not knowing where I am going, I am helping in making ripples somewhere, along the way.
Thank you for reading.
I don’t think I would write as often otherwise.
Every clown with a hat on the dirty street, needs an audience what is willing to stop and stare.
Thanks for staring.
I hope your lives have been enriched for having been here.