So writers, know that your words are your superpower. And though your self-doubt may be your kryptonite, and your Imposter Syndrome may keep you from leaping to action, know that it’s part of what makes you powerful.
Just a few years ago, I’d never have been able to say those words. I’d be like McSorley, unable to grasp the gravity of the moment, thinking all was well and that I had everything under control, even as I was losing it.
Now I know when to throw up the lifeline.
Say it with me: “There is no such thing as ready, and now is as good a time as any.”
How many times have you said I don’t have time? I’d love to go to that party, but I don’t have time. You need someone to help you move? Oh, I totally would, but I just don’t have time! You want someone to go shopping with you for a new outfit and subsequently listen to… Continue reading But I Don’t Have Time!
I’m all kinds of grumptastic today. This was me, leaving for work this morning: The I realized, that’s pretty much me every day going to work anymore. There’s something seriously wrong with this world. Okay, there are a LOT of things wrong with the world, and many of them are way worse than the one… Continue reading One of “Those” Days
Have you ever been in the drive-thru for Starbucks, pulled up and had the barista say, “The car in front of you paid for your coffee. Have a nice day!” Okay, neither have I. I haven’t won the lottery yet, either. Regardless, I know people who have had this happen, and I’ve made it happen… Continue reading Pay It Forward – Author Style
I promised it, and I’m here to deliver. Since I wrote my last post, I’ve given thought to exactly how I wanted to lay out my vision board. I pondered the idea of whiteboards, cork boards, chalk boards, random pieces of paper, smoke signals, video-taped interpretive dance… I finally settled on a large poster board with… Continue reading My Vision Success Board
I broke up with Facebook. I deactivated my account. And I’ll tell you what — just like any good abuser, Facebook laid the guilt on thick.
Is it Mother’s Day weekend yet? How about now? NOW? I’m ready for my break in a big, big way. The last several days have been an insomnia-induced fog zone of complete and utter zombie-Shanan. Yesterday, I could hardly feel my feet I was so tired. I swear there are Universal forces, and that those… Continue reading Curve Balls
JK Rowling didn’t become JK Rowling because she quit her job. She worked. She wrote on the train. She raised her kids. She used her support network and took to writing over tea on the weekends at a local coffee shop.
In other words, she did exactly what I’ve been doing all along. I share a handful of circumstances with my personal hero, and can learn a lot by taking a long, hard look at how she came about her success.