That's what I tell myself daily as I drag my butt out of bed and stare at a glowing screen before the rest of the house wakes up, and I have to make it through the stress of my day job.
Some days are easier than others.
The thing is; I'm not sure my life would be any better if I wrote for a living. I'm one of those humans who need structure, or I slide into a ball of ooze that does nothing -wasting away with inactivity. I'm at my best with a list of 'to do's' both personal and professional.
So, if I win the lottery, (Oops I keep forgetting to buy a ticket), I'm not even sure I'd quit my day job to live the life of luxury. And by luxury I mean reading books all day long in my pajamas and writing until my brain is mush.
The point of this very short blog is - what 'could be' is great, what is 'now' is doable and what 'was' is gone.
I'm going to do my best to boost my productivity even when I'm tired or just disgruntled or discouraged. My imagination has always lit a fire in me, but it's up tp me to make sure I take care of myself and don't let it fizzle out.
Work smart not hard and all that jazz.
When new story ideas strike...
August 22, 2014
Nothing is more soul sucking than a blank page.
It has eyes in the lines and an infinity of possible failures and successes -
In honor of the little demons that plague me sometimes.