However, this time around, I'm looking at it with a whole new perspective. I recently watched the film Julie and Julia, in which Julie Powell bettered herself and jumped started her writing career by blogging about her year of baking through Julia Child's cookbook Mastering the Art of French Cooking. While one of the goals I'm most passionate about is gaining success as a writer, the potential for an interesting blog to lead to that success is not the reason I'm giving blogging another try.
Instead, what I learned from Julie Powell's year with Julia is the importance of setting short-term goals that are both challenging and within reason. And blogs provide a public medium of accountability when working towards those goals. It doesn't matter whether this blog becomes widely read or not...it only matters that I transfer the goals in my heart to this screen. It creates a light at the end of the tunnel for me to strive towards, and it keeps a record of each success, whether major or minor.
The last year I've felt like I've been spinning my wheels as I've tired to break into the Hollywood scene through the means that everyone has told me are necessary. Hollywood has never been me...and I have a feeling it never will be. I'm a small town girl lured more by the gentle flowing of a quiet creek and the chirp of evening crickets than by the bright lights of the big city. It's this quality that makes my writing unique, and it's a part of me that I have to nourish and protect rather than suppress. I'm not sure where I'm going from here, but I think I'm finally finding my path.
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