Welcome to my crazy world. Oh, forgive me. This is completely normal!
This is not venting because I’m not angry at the world or miffed or whatever it is that makes people want to vent. We’ll call it my release…because that’s the daily prompt and as good of a word as any. We’ll call it the releasing of a balloon into a brilliant blue sky.
Except that my balloon is all pastel and looks like it was colored by a kid…or me. Because I totally color like a kid.
After much procrastination and personal mind games, I finally started writing THE NOVEL about an hour ago. It’s a total of 821 words. The finest words I could find this evening. I’ve known I was procrastinating, which gave me a lot to think about.
People would call my procrastinating “writer’s block.” I opened Word 152 times (only the slightest of exaggerations), stared at the blinking cursor and then proceeded to do something else. For days. I saw scenes and yet I couldn’t write them. Wouldn’t write them. It definitely was a case of “wouldn’t,” which made me wonder why we sometimes don’t allow ourselves to move forward.
There is a theory that sometimes we set ourselves up to fail. That we have a fear of succeeding. Why? Because it would change our lives? Because it would change us?
The obvious thing is that to succeed would involve change and we wonder if we’re ready. And why not? Why shouldn’t we be ready to allow a life’s passion to be successful?
So, here’s to all of us who stick our feet into a bucket of concrete rather than move forward. Let’s break the mold and just do it!