Ksenia Anske is kind of my hero.
You know why? She does it for her readers.
I know this and I love this. Every time someone reads a blog post, a poem, my book, I kind of scream like a baby goat. I do a lot of screaming if you haven’t noticed.
But really, my whole writing existence is based on the eyes scanning my words, my pages. And that part is easy for me.
What’s not easy, is the actual sitting down and WRITING part that Ksenia masters like the badass ninja she is.
So many things, TOO many things get in the way: leading the Tipsy pack, taking my daughter to dance class, washing dishes, folding laundry, walking the dogs, walking myself, grocery shopping, my social anxiety, my clips of depression, my hair’s too long, too thin, I’m tired, I don’t wanna, I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!!!!!
But that’s not true. What’s getting in the way of my writing process is, well, me.
Because when it comes right down to it, those things I THINK get in the way, really make me who I am, and without the beautiful stink of weekly monotony, I wouldn’t be able to appreciate sitting down and lightly hovering the tips of my fingers over the keys.
It begins with words, it begins with embracing the every day.
It begins with that chair, that desk. Bending your knees, bending the words.