I’m about 100 pages in, which is at least SOMETHING. Despite her belief in it, I’m racked with indecisiveness and irresolution. If it weren’t for encouragement from my girlfriend Diana, I would totally dump this project. I’m not even sure what to include in this damn thing. Worse, I’m having a helluva time even conceiving the book in my mind. I wish I could hear that voice and say, “Ah, that’s Resistance! I’ll simply dismiss it.” But I’m terrified that the voice is true. Stop right now before you totally humiliate yourself!” Whatever credibility you’ve built up over the years will go straight into the toilet. Readers are going to laugh you off the page. It’s telling me (the voice in my head, that is), “What are you, crazy? Do you imagine anybody is gonna be interested in these lame-ass stories from your life? They are so ordinary! YOU are so ordinary. I’m starting a new book and Resistance is beating the hell out of me.
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