thy will be done…
I made a commitment today. Over the past week, I’ve been asking myself the same question over and over again – “What are you waiting for?” I never came up with a good answer.
Me: “I’ve got plenty of time for a novel, let me just get better with some short stories first.”
Socratic Me: “And how many short stories is it going to take?”
Me: “Well…uh… I dunno…just more. That’s all I know. I’m sure I’ll feel it when I get there.”
I just finished reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. Let me tell you this. After closing the book, I was unimpressed. I thought, “What a bunch of abstract mumbo jumbo. There were no real solutions in there. Why all the rave reviews on Amazon?”
And not a day later, here I am. Posting this entry. Making a public declaration that I’m going to fight the Resistance that Pressfield talked so much about. I still may not have gotten everything out of his book that he intended to give, but I did get something; a realization that great things may not always comes to those that work for them, but it sure as hell increases their chances.
My novel will be done. It will likely be confusing, erratic, boring, imagery-poor, grammatically pathetic… It will likely be of interest to only me. But it will be done.