I said that I didn’t want to be one of those people who told everyone they were writing a book and then never actually got around to it. Well, that is exactly what I have become. I have written exactly 0 words in the past month. I have done exactly no research in the past month. And I have exactly no idea of what I am going to write about, or when I will get around to it.
I am tempted to give up my dream, as I don’t want to become a joke, or worse… a failure. I do realize that my current setbacks are only temporary, but it is hard to keep my dream in mind. And that don’t seem to include shitty first drafts or setbacks. Maybe it is time to refine the dream, and to give myself permission to be less than perfect.