If we were having coffee~this overcast Saturday….
We would be sitting beach-side, and awaiting the sun to appear. It shall, you know, and heat up the covered patio to an almost intolerable temp. I love this, though, don’t you? The ability to watch ocean tides while scribbling daring adventures and shady shenanigans in notebooks. How has your writing been going? Tell all!
Yes, my children’s story, the one that I wrote as a creative assignment, is being illustrated at this very moment by an incredible talent. I am still editing the final draft…ready to publish on Amazon in two weeks. ONE project will be completed before year’s end. The suspense series…all set here, in old Florida, is still my main focus, and I do hope to have one finished by December! Staying accountable to you, has been productive…..to keep my butt in chair. Working. Writing.
I am struggling though, with self-doubt. Do you? That feeling that nothing will be worth reading. That my words do not tickle anyone’s interest. That I am both boring, and dry. Is this just me or is this universal? I would love to think I am not the only one that frets over this sort of nonsense.
If we were having coffee, you would share your own doubts and assure me that we are in this together. That we can both find our balance, our inspiration, and our brilliance in this writing life. You would make me laugh and stretch my boundaries, and give me the pep talk you always do.
We would walk the beach, laugh at the pelicans, and return to the fringed canopy to sit again, with lunch and notebooks. The sun is beginning to peek out, the coffee is hot….and we would write.