Color scheme is almost figured out. I’ve got two weeks to make the deadline. Will I make it? Should I make it?
I don’t know, I’m taking my time.
Letting all those ideas and words work out fine.
This live your story poem is good.
Breeze, you tell me I got the skills, the talent…yeah its understood.
I am a writer
With you lizard brain I am a fighter.
Ha this whole Muhammad Ali rhyming thing is so cool! People are lovin’ my live your love story poem. Some are already waiting for the book to come out. Good things are happening….there’s no impossibilities.
Oh my gosh working on the final stages of my books drove me crazy. There was this battle inside of me.
I keep editing because well, I don’t want to publish a book with a misspelled word. On the other hand, I stall when I’m on to SOMETHING. I do this all the time. Only these days I recognize this resistance as lizard brain.
I will never forget the day I thought I was done and IT FELT GOOD. What do I do? I delete the file I’m working on. I I actually published my first book with highlights. Yikes! Thank goodness it was an easy fixable e-book. Imagine if this edition had gone to print.
There’s so much involved in working on a chapter book. I need to find a new program to help me put together the book layout. Word is terrible. I would edit a picture and the whole layout would shift.
The best part is I completed my goal. All three books are done. I realize more than ever that I don’t need to draw or paint like my favorite artists. The world already has them. I can make mistakes.
I have lots of designs that I sketched years ago. It’s only after these books that I can share them. I’ll never make that mistake again.
So here I am reading a book, Creative Inc. and researching Banksy. The artist pops up here and there with something to say. His ideas are original. Banksy ideas are thought provoking. He’s an artist.
…which makes me ponder the meaning of my art. What do I hope to achieve? I hope to speak to those who are tired of reading the same old self-help books. You are not broken. You are beautiful so create like it. I want to let the kid play. I want to let the world know there’s room in the sandbox for all of us….