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An Exercise in Discipline


Ok. True confessions time. My motivation for creating this blog comes from the fact that I can be a slacker (not to be confused with being lazy, which I’m not…most days).

But I am undisciplined, sometimes, even about things that I profess to love. In this case, writing.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to “be a writer.” That began in 1st grade with my first, simple, published work, “All about Spring.”

Five things are evident from that writing:

  1. I needed to work on my creativity and penmanship, but I was a first grader after all;
  2. My fear of birds, which I thought began with a geese attack in pre-school, hadn’t fully materialized yet. I devote a full sentence to those creepy critters;
  3. I challenged male-dominated archetypes at an early age, as demonstrated by my unwillingness to profess the Easter Bunny as male or female;
  4. I was always the eternal optimist and a poor self-editor. Note the happy, albeit typographical, ending; and
  5. I recognized the value of the written word. I carefully placed this laminated, spacer-lined “masterpiece” in my grade-school scrapbook, adjacent to my coveted, although unkempt, Three’s Company sticker collection.

Three's Company Sticker Collection

I was a ferocious reader as a kid thanks to my parents’ tradition of reading to go to sleep, which I adopted initially with “Go, Dog, Go” and “The Hungry Caterpillar.” And I longed to be able write as well as the authors of my favorite books, which later became “The Sun Also Rises” and “A Prayer for Owen Meany.” Still, I didn’t set aside time devoted to writing outside of the school-mandated assignments.

In my 20s I became a TV journalist, narrating and telling stories through video (something that I loved), but that effort was work-related. I later transitioned to marketing and public relations, which demanded good, corporate-focused, writing, but hardly the creative outlet that I craved.

Then, I met my friend Greg, a coworker who had authored a book and numerous published articles. One day, when I was bemoaning my desire to be a writer, he declared matter of factly: “Kim, there are plenty of people who say they are writers, and then there are those who actually write.”

He wrote on a daily basis, even if it was for his own eyes. He was disciplined. He was not being an asshole.

I realized that I was all talk and no action. I also recognized that, at the time, I had too many commitments that I placed in front of my self-proclaimed passion to ever be successful.

Now, finally six years later, I feel that I have that flexibility, and I’m dedicating myself to writing several times a week. They may be inane, profound or anywhere in between, but I’m committing myself to posting at least one entry, fiction or non-fiction, to this blog each week in 2014.

We’ll see how the experiment goes. Have you tried something similar, blogging or otherwise? Do you have any suggestions for staying on target? I appreciate your feedback. Cheers! – Kim

5 thoughts on “An Exercise in Discipline

  1. Love the images of writing from childhood. Just the sight of those careful letters in between the lines took me right back!
    Enjoyed the story…thanks!


    • Thanks so much! I felt the same way when I saw that lined paper. Couldn’t help also remembering enormous pencils, round-tipped scissors and the sweet smell of paste. 🙂

      I am left handed so I struggled with penmanship as a kid. Clearly, I was proud of getting that story down on paper at the time. Makes me chuckle.


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  3. Ah, to write and write and write! I long for this and my dream is to do it full-time, but I shall have to cultivate discipline as well. Wish me luck as I do you! Your lightheartedness and sense of humor warm my heart!


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