She starts out
Over the last few years, I’ve written blog post after blog post about making changes with a mind towards writing. I quit paid work. I quit volunteering. I set up my study, surrounded by books, many of them about writing. I am supported by the people in my life. I talk about writing. I read about writing. I write about writing. On occasion, I even write things that aren’t about writing.
Yeah, that’s me. Well, I don’t have a study anymore, but I am still working part time, but like Marilyn, I have found that having the ideal set-up for writing does not necessarily lead to writing.
Later on she notes
It’s time to ante up or fold. I’ve run off in a thousand different directions and always, always, I come back to writing. And the only opposition to me seriously pursuing it, is me
I am my own worst enemy when it comes to writing. My husband is supportive. My children are grown, but they are supportive. I have the time. I have the ideas. I need to either write or acknowledge that I am never going to do it. And that seems like a real shame. My son and I have a novel completed but in need of some revision and a second one started. We have worked on it for a long time. And it isn’t bad. So why can’t we bring ourselves to really get it ready to go?
From time to time I get offers from Book Baby to download some free book about publishing, and I always do it. As part of the process they ask when you expect your book to be ready to publish and I always say six months. And I always think it is an achievable goal at that moment. But then nothing seems to happen. Or not much happens, at least. I am embarrassed the next time I get an offer, but again tell them I plan to publish in six months. It is ridiculous.
So maybe this time I can actually focus on the book and get it finished. I have used my son as an excuse long enough. (If he would revise those fight scenes, I would get the rest of the book in shape in no time!) I am doing it this time.
At least I hope so!