A funny thing happened when I posted on my Facebook status that I was out of books. One of my friends said (and I'm paraphrasing), "Stop reading so much and start writing. You should be seeing YOUR books on the library shelf."
He was right. Completely and totally right. I'm ready to write and need to stop procrastinating. My story is a good one, I'm excited about it, and I'm trying something new with it. So why the reluctance to hit the page?
I've been too soft on myself lately. And it was needed, believe me. I needed to take a break from the "should" committee - i.e. you should be writing, you should not be crying over your divorce, you should put on a brave smile to the world, etc., etc.
But now the time for that is past. My dream has been restored to me and I mean to go after it.
Sometimes, it just takes someone to point you in the right direction.
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