I’d like to believe in myself, but … I’ll settle for just doing it—just writing, just reaching out to other wr
iters and readers, just editing, just showing my writing to others. Just the next thing.
I’m retired, so theoretically, I have no time problem. However, I have writer’s block. And I’m seventy-two; I have no time to waste, but I’m reluctant to sacrifice well-being for more writing time. Meditation, exercise, three on-time meals, and sleep were far less important when I was younger–or they seemed so.
Bottom line: If I wait until I believe in myself to write, I’ll have a long wait. In fact, I’ll be dead. I can’t think about the whole thing too much, or even imagine too much. I find imagining snips from vlogs helpful, especially those segments of typing at breakneck speed. Fun!
When November comes, I hope I can create a workable plan and plug away on my novel, neither over-thinking nor cleaning house instead.
