This post is probably the most inspirational post I’ve read in ages. For me, there’s so much guilt and angst wrapped up in writing. When I first began writing, before I worried about publishers and submissions and readers, I felt pure joy every time I looked at my manuscript. I couldn’t wait to add words to the page. With submissions came disappointment, and with publication came guilt for not doing enough to promote and worry about how readers would review my work. Now that I’ve got a folder full of unfinished projects and half-baked ideas, I’m constantly berating myself for bouncing from one project to the next. Does leaving a manuscript unfinished make me less of a person? Does a bad review mean I’m a bad writer who should never open my laptop again? It’s time to set aside the negativity and rediscover my joy in writing. Thank you, Misty, for writing this post and for sharing your aha moment with the rest of us.
Hello, my glorious readers. I’m going to start this off by telling you a personal story.
Recently, my husband and I have been trying to get a car. Nothing is panning out in our favor. We’re hearing no, or being ignored by various factors. It’s been devastating. The Hubby Man is starting to slip into a bout of depression from it all. I have found happiness among the factor. Sound odd? Sadistic, maybe?
Not really, let me explain.
Nothing has changed in my life. It’s not that I’m afraid of change…well mostly. I’ve just come to the realization that we’re not worse off for being told no or ignored. We have survived years without a car. It isn’t like we lost anything. Yes, a car would make life easier, but it isn’t a requirement. We are still in the same financial situations. We still have three beautiful children, and two…
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