One Day You’ll Wake Up and All Your Friends Have Written a Book.

Woke up to the news that a writer friend has had her book accepted for publication this year. She sent me the book for me to read and give my opinions.

I am happy for her. We have been writing buddies for some years now. We had this short story critique thingy back and forth for a period. It was good to have an audience other than yourself.

Back to her soon to be published work. She is good. I have always known that she will publish before me. But, what is troubling me is that I hoped that when she publishes I will be close by.

I am not close. The book being in my head doesn’t count. Because no matter how sweet the story is in your head, it is in your head, no one can see it.

I have had trouble stirring up a writing habit. I have a problem with craving out a life routine where I do all things I love doing everyday ( meditation, exercise, reading, watching TED talks, check social media for 1 hr a day (more like 10hrs), writing, etc)

I am the king of procrastination. King of downtime and hibernation.

I wish like a feel good movie denouement I can show you that I will rise above all these and fulfill my life long dream and publish a book and then another and then 50 more.

But right now I am meditating on the fact that another of my 25 — 35 age group of writers and writing buddy is an author and I am still scratching the surface.

Only me can save myself. This I know. This I will try to act on.