Though I now have 500 followers, very few are following. I can’t help but to blame myself for this, and my mountain of worry for the lack of zeal in my prose.
Sometimes I sit down to write and fall asleep with my head on the keyboard because I don’t sleep at night. I pace like a cougar trying feverishly to solve my problems preferably by daylight.
I’ve learned not to force a solution, but one needs to come before I keel over from the weight of it all.
Let me reiterate how much I love to write. It’s the motor in my center that keeps me going.
The blog, I’ve decided, is like working out at the gym. I show up rain or shine. Sometimes I’m more energetic than other times, but arriving on the page is half the battle.
I know, without a doubt, it’s made me a better writer.
On July 16, I have another eBook coming out called Model Behavior on a site called shebooks. I’m convinced when I was asked to contribute, if I hadn’t been writing for the blog five days a week, that little, silly novella would never have seen the light of day. (I know, it’s like a billboard, but my limited cyber skills didn’t allow me to shrink it…lol)
It’s kept me in creative shape, and even if my prose is off, I’m still left with muscle I’ve developed slowly and steadily that doesn’t disappear so easily.
and I want to thank the handful of writers who do read me most days.
DAF, David, Elle, Kate, Manty, Mick, Patricia, Top, Skinny and Snark…and my friends, Alex, Amy, Arthur, Bill, Ed, Evelyn, Hal, Hank, Joan, Joe, MJ, Pam and Peter.
As another friend of mine, who’s a great writer in his own right, likes to say…
My graces to you.