What is it with this girl?
Yes, I know. Every time I get all gung ho and am like, “I AM BACK! I am writing. I am committed. I am doing this shit,” I write consistently for five or six posts then disappear again. I hate it too, people. But, I don’t know. I get overwhelmed or I get anxious about performing, or about making it perfect, so I end up doing nothing. But don’t think I don’t think about you. I do. I think about you all the time.
Erica, my biggest fan, is also thinking about you. The other day she said, “Honey. Just one paragraph a day. Something. It doesn’t have to be long, you just need to show up once in a while.”
So, here we go with ANOTHER proclamation: at least one paragraph a day. At least. I mean, it’s not like I’m not on my computer all the time anyway. Hell, a paragraph is just a few words more than a status update, right? I can do that.
Plus, I’ve been working really hard on manifesting my “writing career with abundant wealth” with the universe, and the other day it told me that it would totally hook me up with whatever I want as long as I put forth some effort.
I mean, that’s simple enough … and a paragraph a day is totally “something.” If that’s all it takes to get my memoir writing career with abundant wealth and ease and grace and luxury world-travel and my reading gig at Carnegie Hall, I am so on it.
I’m serious this time. See you tomorrow.
