I dunno about you, but I'm ready to put January in the rearview. Came back from Christmas rearin' to go in 2015...
Then the little one caught bronchitis for a week.
Then the wife got it.
Then I caught it.
I don't write all this expecting, or wanting, sympathy. Meh.
I'm writing this post today for anyone else like me and Rapunzel who has a dream. Doesn't have to be book, acting, producing, etc. Maybe you're starting your own business. Or kicking around the idea of chasing those goals. The point is no matter how well you plan, how hard you work, something will throw said plans off the rails. Sometimes daily.
And you have to keep going.
Reflecting on these previous eight months, I keep coming back to how many times I've felt stupid. Am I an idiot for thinking I can make something of myself with my writing? How do I build a website when I'm technologically impaired? Is an editor really necessary and how do I find a good one? Yesterday's road block was how do I figure up year end tax forms?
I finally figured it out (with more than a bit of whining and complaining, if I'm being honest), but my entire plan of writing all day had been stolen by the time I finished.
Note I said the entire day.
I said nothing of the night, which is when I wrote my 2,500 words for the day.
Roadblocks will rear their ugly heads. Suck your time away. Beat you down with what you don't know. Bring up the voices of those who said you can't. You're not good enough.
Author. Actor. Rascal.