Nothing I write makes any sense, it doesn't fit, it doesn't progress the story, they are just words on a piece of paper. Perhaps it's those moments of despair that are holding me back, those thoughts that begin to swirl in your head when the dream you had in your head becomes very different from what happens in reality.
And this is the problem, there are so many people out there that say, 'dare to dream', or 'today its a dream tomorrow it is reality'.
Is it?
For some, those with the state of mind, the drive, and the confidence to pull it off, it might be, but for the rest of us, and that's a lot of people trying to head down that same path f success, it's a lot harder.
And you can bet those seminar or conference speakers have pocked the thousands of dollars they got for the gig, and have moved on to the next group of ... well, let's not give them a name.
I wish I could stand up in front of 200 budding authors and tell them, in the same bright breezy manner that they are on the way to success, just follow the ten proven steps, but I can't. I know how hard that road is.
Like starting a farm, you don't just walk onto the land, say you're going to be a farmer, and magically everything happens. It doesn't. It's bloody hard work, and a lot of it, with heartbreak, and setbacks, and sometimes even a disaster.
It's the same with writing.
You don't sit at the typewriter, in front of a notebook, or computer screen, and it all just comes together. It doesn't.
For some, it might, but for the rest of us, it's a long hard road, just to get some form of recognition. And even then, like in the movies, fame can be fleeting, gone in the blink of an eye.
You have to produce, trying to produce creates pressure, pressure creates depression, and well. you get the picture, it's a bit like the cycle of life.
OK, whinge over.
Time to get back to work.
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