Trying to wrap up several writing projects and finding it hugely, hugely difficult. I don’t know why finishing things becomes such a huge speedbump in the career highway, but for me it is. Fear? Avoidance of facing rejection? Sense of inadequacy? The old trope of the adult child of an alcoholic?

Sure, those may all be true. They may all be valid.

But they’re all excuses.

I know that.

But I also know that excuses, fear, avoidance and all that other garbage don’t count for diddly in the grand scheme of things. The only thing that counts, really, isn’t what you fear. . . but what you do.

I’m trying. I’m trying.

Finishing. It’s all about. . . finishing, isn’t it? When push comes to shove?

Like I said, I’m trying.

Leave a Reply