So tomorrow is my 2nd "Writing Day." I recently cut my hours from 40 to 30 at my "other" job, in order to spend more time doing things that I love. Not that I don't love my "job," but there are just so many other things I have to do. Like writing for myself. Like writing this blog, writing poetry, writing fiction.
I'm working hard at trying to be more honest, more "me" in my writing. I have the support and encouragement of some great friends who are doing the same. Together we are seeking the truth, each in our own way, yet traveling more or less the same path.
The fear is that I will waste the day doing other things that come up. Other things I have to do, other things that are just plain distractions or avoidance. Yet why would I avoid or procrastinate what I say I really want to do? Fear. Fear of failure of one kind or another. That is true.
More on fear to come ...
I'm working hard at trying to be more honest, more "me" in my writing. I have the support and encouragement of some great friends who are doing the same. Together we are seeking the truth, each in our own way, yet traveling more or less the same path.
The fear is that I will waste the day doing other things that come up. Other things I have to do, other things that are just plain distractions or avoidance. Yet why would I avoid or procrastinate what I say I really want to do? Fear. Fear of failure of one kind or another. That is true.
More on fear to come ...
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