Procrastination

I’ve come full circle.

Just because something doesn't work or goes wrong the first time doesn't mean it won't work eventually.

So. I finally finished another book and got it up on Amazon.

That’s how scary it is to me, to simply want to be an artist.

I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Just the act of dialing calmed my nerves.

I feel like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, typing, "All work and no play makes LaVonne a dull girl..."

They're just butterflies, after all.

I've been running on the fear that I will have Regrets in my old age because way back when I was a kid, my mother planted the idea in my head that I should be a writer. THANKS, MOM.

I set myself a "stupid small" goal of writing just ten words. That's all. If I could do that, I would consider the day a success.

Interesting thought: what if flakiness is just another form of Resistance? I’ve chosen to equate flakiness with Attention Deficit Disorder, which has afflicted (and blessed) me since [...]