When William was a baby, he never slept. I am not exaggerating, up every 2 hours for the first year of his life. After months of being bleary eyed, we knew that we needed some help. Desperation brought us books. And a willingness to try just about anything. We knew that we created the no sleeping problem. We encouraged his waking by getting up every time he called to us. Granted, that is what we thought that you were supposed to do. It turns out that you are supposed to teach a baby to sleep. According to the Baby Whisperer, you need to put some practices into place. Ideally, you do this the day that the baby comes home from the hospital. In our case, we needed to just do it. Make a plan. Pick a day. And start as you are meant to go on.
Last weekend, I went to Nashville to go to the Blissdom Conference. I went and followed the writing track because I really miss writing. I feel like my writing can be so much better. Cleaner, crisper, more meaningful. I went. I listened. And I came home with the simple knowledge that all I have to do to become a better writer is to write. I need to make time to write, I need fall in love with writing again.
Jeff Goins told us to write the hard stuff. To be just a little bit afraid when you are about to hit publish. I am working on a piece for TCM that I have been trying tell for almost 4 years. I am scared to hit publish, but I know that I need to tell this story. I almost like being afraid. When I have been the most afraid to do something, I have always gotten the greatest reward. I look forward to this journey. I look forward to falling in love all over again.
I always feel weird saying that I am a writer. I spend a very large portion of my life writing, so why is it so hard for me to say that I am one? A powerful message that I got last weekend was that you are a writer when you say that you are. So here we go, my name is Bree and I am a writer.
And this is a random cute picture of Clay.