+1

Today marks the day when the number of my November posts has officially surpassed the largest annual total of my blogs. I'm not certain if I deserve a pat on the back or gasps of horror. Clearly I've been slacking up to now. Still, I must say I'm pretty proud of myself.

{I would like to accept this pat on behalf of all of FWM's faithful readers. And I need to thank Dear Writer Friend and NaBloPoMo. Without them, I would have posted about six times in 2009.}

This +1 Day begs the question: what will happen when November ends? One thing is certain, I won't feel pressure to write. Another thing feels almost certain, I won't write as much. But will I write? My track record suggests that it will be January or February before I post again. I don't want that, but that has too often been my reality. So how to change? How to become who I am?

I've been wondering this for years, since Dear Writer Friend and I first started meeting to discuss who we are and how to become that person. I came across a tiny card recently; it was sent to me by DWF, and it reminded me that greatest intentions mean nothing. It's not merely pursuing a dream or intending to dare. It's facing reality and becoming who I am. Who I was made to be.

So, Dear and Faithful Readers. I am a lover of words. I am a writer. +1 is only the beginning.