Before Tomorrow

And so it begins...I think I like to pretend that I am just starting over every time I am not happy with the way things have gone; that way I will only feel bad about what I did since this new fresh start. I wonder how many posts can talk about my beginning to approach writing before I am only a ceaseless starter.
I am not going to pretend that I am starting over, that I have neglected writing for the only days I ever will, that I now am entering into a springtime of promulgating my talent. Now is a time for reflection, time to ask the question where and how does writing fit into my life? When I started this blog, I had just quit my full time job--since I acknowledged it was a passion-deserving job that was passionless for me--and I had just decided I'd move into my family's house--since my precarious job situation did not guarantee I'd be able to pay rent--and I hoped to devote hours to writing. At first I was able to, because I was unemployed, but now I have two jobs. I have two jobs because no matter how hard I tried to squeeze my budget into working with just one of them, it was not realistic. I rejoiced that I would be able to provide for myself without compromising my long term writing goals for short term dollars. Now I am just busy.
Write for the pure fun of it? Write for money? Write for passion? Write for others--write for me? I might write two hours a week. I might write five hours a day (probably not). I actually have no idea how it will fit with my new schedule or when my words will truly be given the opportunity to claim a place here, or if they ever will. Until I know what tomorrow is, I will write somewhere between zero and ten thousand words every day. That is my realistic commitment. Regardless of the outcome, I am enjoying the unfolding of this story.