Report on my first day of book writing

Goal: sit and work on my book about car-free families from 12 to 2 p.m

What I actually did:

• Read blogs of people I think are better writers than me
• Answered a few emails
• Wrote exclusively on my jealousy of one of those writers
• Reflected and wrote on my history of not fighting for what I want
• 1:15 p.m: stopped writing because my son came home early from school and we ate lunch together.
• The rest of the day I ran errands, did housework, and refereed fights between children.

Then I went to a yoga class and could almost see my spirit lifting throughout the class.

Realised I need to stop taking myself too seriously. Who cares if someone is a better writer than me?

Realised that my obsession about being a good writer is actually a good thing because it means that I care about writing.

Realised that becoming a better writer will mean hard work. (Actually, most of the work will probably be fighting my inner demons. I’ve been writing this book in my head and in my journal for years now.)