I’ve been writing all my life.
I’ve been writing with purpose for sixteen years.
In those years, I’ve seen other, more talented writers, give up and move on to something else.
I’ve known other writers who have gone on to publish and I’ve celebrated with them and bought and read and reviewed their books.
I’ve submitted, queried, entered contests, joined critique groups, attended conferences, and had online critique partners.
I self-published a collection of short stories.
For all that I’ve done, I also feel stuck.
I recently attended a live Beth Moore event and she spoke about the, “paralysis of perpetual preparation.” That resonated with me.
Then I ran into this quote:
I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung. –R. Tagore
I don’t wanna be a wanna be or a gonna be.
I am a writer.
I’m a writer. Time to get to work.