When I think back about life in the past couple of years, there were little things that kept me going.
From a few replies from authors on Twitter to comments about my writing from my son.
He asks me about what I’m writing. I tell him about a story I finished, what it’s about, and how much fun it was to write.
Last school year, he took a creative writing class. My wife and I thought he’d enjoy it, and he did.
This summer, he gets up and writes when I write in the morning. I’ve restricted him to 500 words a day, but a few times he’s done more than that. I have a story of his I need to go over with him, and I’ve been trying to find time for it.
I’ll do it tomorrow since I won’t be bartending, and I only have my regular WIP word count to get.
There are other little things, but my son enjoying something I love doing, and him doing it with me, that makes me feel accomplished as a dad.
He’s a good kid. He works hard.
If I can help him avoid the issues I had with my writing early on, then I’ve done well.
I could list a lot of things, but this one is most important to me.