So today, I’m doing some major work on the blog. And I got to thinking… I want a welcome page. So I wrote it up, set it as the static homepage, updated how my reviews were listed so now they are separated by the year I reviewed them versus one long giant list. I got together a list of all of the books I read in 2019 that were published in that year to make my Best of 2019 post. And I am slowly catching up on the reviews I am behind on.
And then I stopped. And looked at my window and saw my Word doc open in the corner… my work in progress. I’ve only made it as far as getting a prologue written. I haven’t taken it any further than that. And I sat here staring at the Word icon and tried to figure out why I can’t get past the prologue. It’s fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of judgment, fear of failing, fear of not making it. But how do you even know you can do something unless you take that leap and do it? How do I know I am going to fail? How do I know that I won’t make it? I already know that judgement will happen…. it’s just how the world works. As people, we are naturally inclined to judge. And so, I am going to work on that book some more. I don’t know where it will take me, but I won’t get anywhere unless I try.
So I am going to go back to working on reviews right now, because I am behind and I can’t work on my own stuff knowing that I am behind on this other stuff. My brain would just keep telling me that I am finding ways of putting off the reviews and I can’t do that. The authors who sent me these books put their trust in me to do what I said I would do.
Until next time…

