I’ve failed to live up to my own expectations and now I hate myself just a little bit more. I promised myself I’d start the new book but I keep putting it off and have for the last month or so. I really should start, but I think I’m afraid of failing, so I’m not starting. Which is stupid, everyone knows you have to DO, so once again I’m making myself a promise to immerse myself in the next book and put Imagine This on the shelf for several weeks. I think I need to prove to myself that I can weave words together in a coherent pattern to form a story. Every believes it, I just need a little bit of self-belief. I AM A WRITER, maybe writing 50 lines will convince me…
I AM A WRITER
I AM A WRITER
I AM A WRITER
I AM A WRITER
I THINK I AM A WRITER