Spring – The Beginning or the End?

Winter is officially over, so it seems. Unofficially, the Wisconsin springtime can’t seem to make up its mind. The weather has been sporadically sunny and foggy, warm and cold, but I am very, very happy that the cold North winds have slowed their relentless brigade.

Spring has traditionally been a time of new beginnings, and of dusting out the old. Last night, while reading Stephen King’s Bag of Bones, I felt inspired… no, compelled, to write. I’ve had intentions of writing a book about my life for a long time, and I never took any concrete steps toward realizing that goal… until last night. I wrote about a paragraph until sleep’s weight conquered my eyes. I’ve got a long way to go.

My fear is this: I am a great one for starting projects, but I’m not the best at finishing them. I’ve been working on my CD for a couple of years now, and I don’t see an end in sight. Will this writing project be a similar story? I hope not. The best I can do is chip away at all of these projects, and hope that my efforts aren’t futile. When I was a kid, I once wanted to be an author. I don’t think that desire ever went away.