A Writing Promise

I found myself confused that I was enjoying art more than writing. I shared this with my sister.

"Why do you enjoy art more?" she asked.

"Because I don't feel so much pressure," I said.  "I just play and have fun."

"Then just make art." She shrugged.

Pfffffft!  I was instantly offended.  "No! I'm a writer not an artist."

She cocked her head. "Why?"

Her whys were getting redundant.

"Because I promised myself I would write!"  And suddenly I was back in Mrs. Stevenson's classroom making a vow to be the author of a book--a well-known and completely loved book.

(**Tires screeching to a halt**)

A well-known and COMPLETELY LOVED BOOK?

It was immediately clear why I found it so hard to finish my manuscript.  I was trying to please everyone with ONE BOOK!

I quickly released myself of that childhood vow and made a new promise:
I will be a writer.  Known or not, loved or not, I will write. 
(And paint too!)