There is no way that I have the capacity to write a 50,000 word novel this month. And yet, I am inspired by my 18 year old son, Andrew. He is more motivated, determined, and downright interesting than I was when I was 18…more so than I am now, I would daresay. And he is the one who introduced me to NaNoWriMo…not intentionally, mind you, but as he often does…offhandedly, as he talked about his goals and dreams.
I have always wanted to write…to write something meaningful…something that would connect with someone…anyone. Unfortunately, I have always thought myself to be a marginal writer.
I was talking with a friend recently about how busy I was, and he lamented the same concern. When I asked him how he still manages to accomplish many of the things in his life that he does, he commented that he did those things “in the margins” of his life…during those times when he was able to grab a few moments here and there. And the slow, steady progress that comes from working “in the margins” eventually adds up to some significant accomplishments (you can see where this is headed, can’t you?).
Thus, The Marginal Writer is born. I will not manage to write a 50,000 word novel this month. I may not even manage to blog daily, as I would like. But, with my trusty iPad in hand (or, more precisely, under my fingers), I will make use of the margins of my life to try to say something meaningful on an occasional basis.
So my question to you is two-fold:
- What is one thing in your life that you have been unable to accomplish because you feel too time-restricted to get it done; and,
- What are some of the “margins” in your life that you can identify and fill with meaningful effort?
I will answer these questions for myself in my next blog. Thanks for reading!