Great! I thought. I have a novel I want to write. Actually, I had three, one of which I've been mulling for some 20 (!) years. Now there's a fourth, of which I wrote two chapters in November and then stopped.
I started reading Mosley's book as soon as I got back home. It's terrific. He spells out exactly what one has to do, and how to go about doing it. This looks easy, I thought. I could do this.
But I didn't. I put Mosley's book down, unfinished.
Because I was afraid.
I can only admit that to myself now that I've read this:
The Nasty Four-Letter Word That Keeps You From Writing, which Darling Husband just sent me a link to.
Someone asked me what my New Year's resolutions are. I responded:
- 1. Stay healthy.
2. Stay sane.
- 3. Overcome my fear.
4. Write that novel.
- To refrain from saying witty, unkind things, unless they are really witty and irreparably damaging.
- To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.