I often find myself making excuses for not having finished my book. In four years. If only I could quit my job and not have to deal with exhaustion and other responsibilities and blah, blah, blah. At the end of the day, the only thing standing in my way is, well….me.
I LOVE this piece. It’s honestly things I already know but needed desperately to be reminded of. I know that when I sit down and “dedicate” time to write, I will inevitably be motivated to finally clean out my fridge; a chore I put off at all costs and have actually considered just buying a new one at times. I have done some of my best writing at the local coffeehouse and yes, at the laundromat. I need chaos around me to be able to find my center. Despite being aware of all of this, I have set up a small “office” space in my apartment, with the cover from my Cosmo article, the contract with Cosmo, my writing books, etc, all meant to motivate me. Why do I keep trying to force something when I already know what works? It’s off to the coffeehouse for me! (I’m gladly accepting donations for coffee purchases while I write!) xoxo