I’m feeling the itch.

It came upon me in a flash this morning listening to one of my indie publishing podcasts; the itch to get back in. Day in, day out. IN.

I want to finish my second book.

I want to finish my third.

And then I want to write more. And more. Until I have enough to support myself and my family from my writing.

Mostly, though…I want to to write and enjoy it. That’s the singular thing that’s been missing since I wrote Starstuff…at least consistently. And I’ve been feeling like that’s close. I just need to let go.

It’s weird to be thinking about diving all in AND to be letting go at the same time, but fuck me guys, that somehow seems to be the key for me. It was holding on so tight to things like “full time,” and “good,” and “word count,” and “marketing,” and “success” that strangled out the joy the first time around. I don’t want that to happen again.

It won’t happen again as long as I just let go a bit.

I’m an analytical person. I don’t know if you were aware of that 😂 (he types as he writes his two thousandth daily blog in which he analyzes his every day). My block as an actor, at least when I was young, was always holding on too tight, analyzing instead of just letting go and reacting. It’s the same with my writing.

Just let go.

And scratch the itch.

In that regard: good night. I’m going to get up early tomorrow, or rather, what should actually be “on time.” I’ll be exhausted, I know this, but that’s okay. Just let go. Get to work early enough to sit down and write. See what comes out.

Night.