Once again I have given myself far too many goals to try and accomplish in a short period of time.
But this should not come as a surprise to anyone. I always do this to myself. And then find at least a half-dozen other things I need to stress about while I’m trying to get all my projects done.
The biggest one right now, is, of course, getting some upcoming books done.
I have given myself four days to edit a 300+ page book.
I think I might be crazy.
Not to mention working on this new website and getting it, along with all the intricacies of learning WordPress, sub-domains, and site maps understood. (We don’t want to talk about my paper notes all over my office.)
So in the middle of all this, what do I do? I decide to take everything off all my bookshelves, recover the shelving with chevron contact paper, and sort out the books I want to keep from the books I am okay with getting rid of. During this process, my 8-year-old son helped me (mostly, I think, because he could stand on my office desk to hand me stuff), and made everything just that much more, well, interesting.
While we were taking things down, one particular item remained on the wall. A postcard with Yoda on it.
My son hung it back on the wall for me, but when I looked at it, and even now, as I write this, and glance at the postcard, I think about Yoda’s famous words.
“Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.”
There is no “trying” to be a writer. You either write, or you don’t. It’s that simple.
In the days when I get lost in the administrative work and the behind the scenes work, I forget that the writing is what makes all this possible.
And I have to get more of it done.
A LOT more.