View From My Apartment…21
Recently…I got back from India, having celebrated my first Diwali there (a few pics will be uploaded), and I was going to write about that.
And then, Thanksgiving happened, so I was going to write about Diwali AND Thanksgiving.
But. Then. I haven’t. Not that I won’t in the near future. But. Well. See.
Alright. I’m suffering from Momentum. We all have momentum. It’s just a question of whether or not it’s a moving sort of momentum or a sit and ponder what’s coming up next on Turner Classic Movies. I suffer from the later.
Lately, I just haven’t been able to get motivated to get up off my ass and go put my ass back down at the keyboard. And I think it’s becoming a circular problem, the less time I spend in front of the computer working creates a bigger desire to NOT want to be in front of the computer working. What IS next on Turner Classic Movies…?
I think, honestly, I have become a little afraid. Afraid that I may not be as good as I think I am. Afraid that I won’t have any more great ideas. Afraid that I’m to lazy to do this as a career. Afraid that time is running out. Afraid that I won’t be able to make the big push that’s required to really make writing a CAREER. A living. A life.
And so of course, the easiest thing to do is to do nothing. Well. Not nothing. I AM watching Turner Classic Movies after all….
But it’s time for a change. How many times can one watch A Touch of Mink?
Next year I’m proposing not a New Year Resolution, but a New Year Revolution. (Oh, stop rolling your eyes, Butch.) A Revolution, a change of heart, a change of mind. To finally get off my ass and write more, go and see more.
Frankly, to practice what I preach: to write bravely, honestly, and with an open heart.
Oh. Hell. Why am I waiting until next year?