Moving forward

I didn't realize that it's what I'm doing until I explained it to a friend this morning, but I'm slowly putting myself into a corner, from which the only escape is selling some writing. And mind you, this is on purpose. I've never had problems writing for other people. They just tell me what their deadline is and set me loose. I come back, almost always ahead of deadline, never behind it, with good, solid (sometimes even fun!) writing. For some reason, I don't do that for myself, though. I've given myself deadlines, then laughed at them as they fly by. I've given myself structure, only to smash it later. I've even tried to cajole myself into writing, which is really hard to do when I'm not listening to me. So far, it's only my journals (this blog being one of them) that get attention. But that's a starting point. "Knowing is half the battle," says G.I. Joe. Now, I'll just work on my own projects in my journals. Maybe I'll even start something in the blog. Oh, mystery! Oh, suspense!