After taking a tiny break away from my novel. It was the worst week every. Again, I will say I was doubting what I had written. I started bashing myself for even thinking I could write AGAIN. I was having emotional trauma. Ii was the battle with the self that was keeping me in a negative world. After class Thursday I convinced my self AGAIN, I am writing this novel for me.
REMEMBER, I do love it. I will finish. I will publish it. I’ve been reading and rewriting(cleaning up and polishing) for two weeks now. Holding on to words of others.
Albert Einstein- I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.
Eleanor Roosevelt-The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Ella Fitzgerald-Don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, you can’t go wrong.
I will admit it is a battle with my thinking and acting on it. Isn’t that always how it is. When I throw my pen down and all but give up, that voice of “give it one more try” pops into my head. Week two of edditing and rewriting come to a close. One step foward and two steps back. I have started on book two to keep my creativity alive. Honestly I so enjoyed the writing part that I had to treat my self to a reason to indulge. Poetry was helping but it was only the appertizer. I needed the meal of writing. Although you can make a meal out of appetizers it just doesn’t fill me up. Until I blog again my friend!