Kick the Can

Sitting here by the light of the screen, I find myself wondering about where I am, where I am going, and how on Earth did I even get here.  With so much to be thankful for, it feels selfish to want, well, anything. Still, I wish I would get off my booty and finish one of the many writing projects I have on the table. I swear, I spend more time wondering why I can't seem to get motivated than anything else. No the best use of time, but I am an excellent procrastinator. 

I am now armed with a very motivated business and spiritual partner. Perhaps his motivation will rub off on me. Perhaps he'll kick me in the tuchis. Ah, I can only hope.  There is so much on the horizon, I am thrilled to be at the foothills of potential greatness.  

We are all susceptible to demotivating bouts of self-doubt.  But none of us will ever get anywhere if we don't take that first step, however small.  So perhaps I shall pick up the book I didn't finish writing...yet. Then again, that great idea for the next book is shaping up nicely. Still, the first time the writing bug bite me, it drew blood. My passion for my initial writing project runs deep. Perhaps I'll baby that one, slowly molding it into what it was always meant to be. I just need a boost every now and again. Don't we all. 

So I shall call my ever-so-positive partner and maybe he'll give me a good swift kick. After all, I have to get off of it in order to be kicked in it. 

Never give up on what's in your heart my friends. It's there for a reason. 

 

Hello From the Outside

     Well, it sure has been awhile. There is always something to rip me away from the internet.  There is also so many wonderfully mind-numbing places to troll online that it makes work nearly impossible. I mean really. Insomnia at 3 a.m. is much better served by online word games or trolling dust pics from ancient friends on facebook. Of course the latter comes with risk of accidentally "liking" a six year old post or pic in the wee hours of the morning.  Because nothing says loser like trolling a semi-strangers old pics and getting all nostalgic in your sleep-deprived stuper. 
     I have been busy on all fronts.  I have also found a renewed love of writing. I have hundreds of poems up under the the name PrttyBrd.  I pop up all over the place.  Peruse and leave comments good or bad, they are always welcome. In a weird and wonderful turn of events. I got published in a book entitled Stories of Music.  Yes, I am now a paid writer. So I am doing a jig. There are so many projects in the works. I am working on two books of my own. One book is a poetry book that I believe will appeal to even the most ardent hater of poetry. Yep, it is a book of 10w poems. The other book is a novel.  That's the one that makes me nervous, because i see it perfectly in all its thrilling splendor. Then, I take pen to paper and it isn't quite as colorful.  Lol, I never expected it to be easy. However, I never expected to feel like I am incapable of forming a coherent sentence either. 
     I have a business partner and we are on our way in an awesome endeavor of artistic beauty. I will be posting links to his books, our pages, and soon my book (s) as well. 
     So, wish me luck. I plan on keeping you all posted.  Hopefully, there are some of you left :)