I love to write. It's always something that has come easy to me. I aced it in english classes thru out school. I was helping Isaiah write an essay for geography recently and thought "Wow, I really like doing this. And it's easy."
Then I try to blog or even fill out my profile on a social website and I think "Wow, this is really hard."
I read a lot of blogs (more than I have time for, really, but I love to read more than I love to write) and some of those blogs are pretty awesome. I was thinking about it today as I was catching up on Wil Wheaton's blogs that I had let accumulate. He is a professional writer. He has a couple of books in print and his blog plus he writes for an LA paper. And it shows in his blog. It's interesting, entertaining, researched, well thought out and compelling.
And I realized this didn't just happen to him. He worked hard to be such a great writer. And if I want writing to go from something I just do in a blog or journal on occasion to something that I can be proud of that is the work of a professional it's going to require me to work at it.
Because writing is fun and easy and essential to me, but to be great it will take practice and work. So I'm working at it.