So I contacted my buddy, Lorna, and we’ve resumed our Gmail chat meetings. We connect by chat, then write for 1/2 hour or so, and then share word counts. It’s silly but the meetings keep me going when resistance is high.

Our first meeting after several months took place yesterday. And OUCH, I remembered why I’ve been avoiding this. Writing SUCKS.

I remembered why I’ve been avoiding this for a few months.

Writing sucks.

I’m a professional writer. I know what it takes to get something produced and published. You’d think that by now I could flush out copy without feeling like a big fake.

Not even close.

At one point in my life, I decided that my purpose on this Earth was to be someone who feels all the fear, insecurity, dorkiness, and ambivalence that everyone else feels, but who goes for it anyway.

So what if writing is hard? Everything easy was once hard. I can do hard.

So what if writing is hard? Everything easy was once hard. I can do hard.

Next week I’ll slap out a rough outline for my next book.

Onward ho.