I want you to know I have been working very hard this summer. And even though the sun is shining and I’m sure there is the perfect shell on the beach with my name on it, I am up here in my study, working away.
I love my friend, Ann Whitford Paul, but I wish she wasn’t right all the time. In an e-newsletter she sent out a while back, she pointed out that sometimes projects look big and complicated but once we actually stop complaining about them (my words) and get to work, they aren’t so bad.
In June, I had no confidence at all I could create a 30-35,000 word manuscript by September. I was doing more than my fair share of whining and complaining. Yesterday, I typed the 24,031th word. All because I stopped listening to myself fuss and got writing.
Last night, I walked with Winston on the beach. We came upon this large, slick boulder that was a smell magnet for him. I tried to explain that he was too little, that the stone was too big and too slick to climb, and that dogs aren’t really built for rock climbing.
Which is why he accomplished his goal.