Some time back I signed up for an editorial mentorship program. I literally registered for it, and promptly forgot all about it. That is, until lately, when I received an email saying that I'd been granted a place to join the next cohort for the program.
I still wonder if I made the right decision to join such a program. The reason being I'm not certain if I'll be committed enough to see it through, given the way my life goes at the moment. Mostly because it's so wrapped up with my kids and whatever is going on in their lives.
Yet I tell myself, I'll regret for not trying.
So fingers crossed that something good will come out of the next few months, and that I'll have the determination to see everything through to its completion.
I still love being in editorial. My love for writing endures, though I would say I continue to disappoint myself with the lack of quality as well as output that can be attributed to my name.
I remember yet the tone a friend of mine once used on me... pointing out the I should make time for these things. That writing was mainly a discipline, a goal to be set and strived for and therefore, eventually accomplished.
But for me, it's more than that. The stakes feel much too high. And so I procrastinate. Because I've always wanted what came out of me to be heartfelt and not superficial.
Perhaps that is where my weakness lies. And the probable reason why I just might reach the end of my days with no book to show. No significant story told.
Maybe I could change that fate. Or maybe it's just destined to be.
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