Sigh…Tommen is gone. Miss him.
And I miss writing. I miss that feeling I had when I was writing Starstuff. I was doing something fun, something for me, and all I was focusing on was making it FUN. For the first time in my writing, the characters came alive. That’s really the breakthrough I had writing that book: living, breathing characters I fell in love with.
I’m missing that tonight.
There was a pressure I put on myself when I decided I wanted to write books instead of scripts, and again when I decided I wanted to write full-time. I smothered the love with that pressure. Indecision crept in. I started to measure myself by a different scale.
It’s clearer tonight what the difference was than it’s ever been: when I wrote Starstuff, it was on a whim, for me, on the “side.” It wasn’t THE thing.
So that, right there…that’s the nut have to crack. Why do I smother myself when I take aim at professional success? And how can I do things differently?
Anyway…it’s time for bed. I was tired today. I can home a bit early to take a nap, and that was the right call. I passed out 😂
More tomorrow.