Not sure but I may have finally figured out why I have been stuck and unable to proceed with my book. The work I have been doing is mediocre. Mediocre is pretty good but not good enough. The material for my book must be more compelling, more noteworthy, more shareable.
When I conceived the idea I was certain I was creating a work of art that was world-changing, something I could be truly proud to promote. For a year now every time I told someone I was writing a book I felt like a sleaze bum because my words were not speaking to me so I was certain they would not speak to my readers. Somewhere along the way I wandered off the creative path. Who knows (or perhaps who really cares) where I began my detour? Perhaps I began worrying too much about failure, or perfection, or perhaps and this is quite likely the story, it was because I started living again after Les' death and simply lost the desire to ponder death and grieving.
Still I strongly believe I have something of importance to say. Now that I have some idea of what is causing me to stall, it is time to start that creative engine running again. That is the good thing about creating. I can start again, and again, and again until I am happy with the final results. So let's begin!
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