If you were to peek behind the curtain at GOTJ, you would see more than a few potential posts that read, <no title> Draft.
Some have photos, some don’t, a few are complete and ready to publish needing only a last read-through first. But given what has been happening in the world over the last month or so, my posts seemed like an uninteresting waste of your time and mine. So I let them sit.
It is not the first time I’ve done this … taken an impromptu sabbatical where I have withdrawn into reading while neglecting my writing.
Unfinished potential some might call it.
A friend asked me yesterday how my book was coming along and I while I wanted to say which one, I just said simply, ‘ It’s not. ‘
‘ Oh,’ he said, as he shook his head slowly, ‘ I thought you would be one of the ones to do it. ‘
‘ Well I’m not dead yet! ‘ I said, with a sharper tone than intended.
I tried to explain, but it just sounded like excuses … the car accident, work, a bad case of the blues.
Inside I was thinking … other people get it done despite having full lives, what is wrong with me?
Perfectionism will be my undoing if I let it.
Write and release.