This could be a post stuck in a loop.
Let me explain. During the month, I read again some of my old notebooks, I found fun stuff, good ideas, uninteresting ones and some motivational speech to myself.
It’s cyclic. Once in a while, I talk to myself, telling me to be in action. I have lists of things to do. Ideas to push forward. Names of publishers or contacts in publishing. I bore myself reading all this… a dead cheerleader singing from her tomb.
After 20 something years, you can really get the pattern…
So, what now?
Am I going to be in action, without having to talk myself into getting out of my dream bubble? I know who to call. I know what to do. I have at least eight WIP needing some love and wings to live their own life, away from my laziness.
So let’s roll, baby!
With great respect!