Diane Young
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Truth bombs? Gulp. I want to run and hide. I’m cringing. I want to blame it all on the purple cast on my left leg that’s had me sidelined for the past two months. But the cast is on my leg, not on my writing arm or on my head.

It goes back further than that. I let an ugly incident last March knock the wind out of my writing sails. Oh, sure, I’ve continued to research, scribble notes and useful quotes in spiral-bound notebooks, and even thought up some killer opening paragraphs, but I haven’t sent out a single LOI, article pitch or actually WRITTEN a single effing word. I’ve let myself become paralyzed, despite the elephant across the room that keeps giving me the baleful eye.

One day drifts into another as I waste my precious time that I can’t ever get back. Oh, I’m not looking for a pity party and, no, I’m not drinking! I’m going to print out your post and highlight your points that seem to have been aimed at me. I’ve been “dead in the water” as we say in sailing. I NEED to blow up the logjam in my head and start with baby steps, just like I did the other day with the physical therapist and the walker, to get back on my feet both physically and mentally. Thanks for the kick in the pants, Ben. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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