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I guess I should blame it on the steady lineup of Hallmark Christmas movies I have to watch. [A thought: Does Hallmark own the trademark on deceased moms/wives?]

But I’m getting there.

I’m working on a cooled-off draft of a story I’ll be sending out

And I’m listening to the voice of Steven Pressfield:

Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.    The War of Art

I wish that guy would just leave me alone. But nooooo, I just had to read that book and I can’t even watch a Hallmark movie without these two questions running through my mind: 1. Shouldn’t I be doing my own writing?   2. What would I change in this story?

So, back to my other writing…

Whoever writes her scripts, it works for me…

 

This was his only chance…

 

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This was his only chance.

James pushed the elevator button for the fifth floor and waited. The lady next to him gave him a side glance. That made him nervous. Everything made him nervous. But this lady had nothing to do with his sales pitch. And yet, there was yet another side glance.

Look away, lady. Can’t you see I’m working on something here?

She turned to him and said, “Can I give you a bit of advice?”

James shrugged. “About what?”

Adobe Spark.

Yes, some would call it procrastinating.

In my feeble defense…I’m creating something and looking for tools to include in my Teachable course.

And when in doubt, I can always fall back on an Austin Kleon quote:

You can’t be content with mastery; you have to push yourself to become a student again.

 

The breakup happened so long ago, and yet…

“Wear out, don’t rust out.”

Wise words indeed, but from a teenager?

Therapist: So, what’s the problem today?

Me: What do you mean ‘today’?

Therapist: Okay, what’s your problem?

Me: I don’t like the sound of that either. Your problem? Meaning only I have this problem?

Therapist: Okay, what’s on your mind?

Me: Lots of things. That’s the problem. I have attention deficit.

Therapist: I noticed you left off the ‘disorder’ label.

Me: Did you notice your clock isn’t accurate?

Therapist: I’ll fix it.

Me: I can do it.

Therapist: No need.

Me: So where were we?

Therapist: That’s my question to ask.

Me: If you’d let me fix your clock, I’ll let you ask the question.

Therapist: Based on your fixation on the clock, it seems your attention deficit is cured.

Me: Heeyyyy! You’re pretty good. I think I’ll blog about this. Do you mind if I tweet about it as well? Do you have a Twitter handle? What about a Facebook site? You really should have one. I even have a great graphic you should use for an icon. But I still have to fix that clock. Can I just interview you for a podcast? I’m sure other people have attention deficit like I used to have. I should probably write an ebook about my cure…you know, that enduring saga toward recovery. Yeah, I’ll get back to you.

 

maybe it will ease the notebook backlog issue a bit…

to move all those earth-moving thoughts and ideas to the Mac.

I was listening to a recent The Creative Penn podcast with Mark McGuinness and I overheard Joanna lamenting the lack of time she has to transcribe all the notes and notions and story ideas contained in her notebooks.

I know just want you mean, Joanna. And I’m sure there are at least a dozen more squirreled away in the garage.

I’m tempted to hire a non-virtual assistant [i.e. living and breathing in the very same office] to do that one and only one thing…digitize this tower of text.