My Goals

Since I was in high school, I have had a burning desire to write. My writing homework was good, but I hid that desire away for many, many years. Now, in my later days, I feel I have time to devote to writing. The children are gone, so I'm not busy with taking someone here or there and always doing something for the children. If my husband gets one hot meal a day, he's happy. So, I am pretty free. Of course I still have my mother with me, but with dementia, you don't have a lot of demands.

Lately I have felt like I was no good at writing. Maybe I'm not good, but I have to prove it to myself. I still feel I have a story to tell and I want to try with all my heart to tell it. I'm not easily discouraged.

So, where are my goals? Still in the same place, except I will have to work harder. I am still determined to write and do a good job.

I've been analysing my situation, and here are my discoveries. I am not in contact with enough people. The Internet helps, but it's not face to face talking. I am very confined here at the house, so I need to find other contacts. I did get out last night and had a ball. Have you ever spent 2 hours in Wal-Mart talking to people? Last night I did and I had a great time. I did do a little shopping, but if you want to see people, go visit Wal-Mart. Sometimes Elvis is even sitting on a bench.