You can’t beat yourself up so badly you refuse to write…but you can’t let yourself slide so much you forget what you are aiming for.
My brother said it best (talking about our cousins): “Everyone doted on them, and expected them to be something great…but what are they now? Just working stiffs like you and me.”
I don’t want to be a working stiff.
I don’t want to go to conventions as a fan.
I don’t want to fade into the nothing that is the landscape for most of the population.
So this year, I am going to do something with regards to writing every day. Today, working on my blog is my writing. Tomorrow, who knows.