I finally know that it is true. There are holes in my head, the size of swiss cheese. But it’s okay.
You see this morning I started novel #2. Where is novel #1 you might ask? On the shelf. For now. I had always harboured a secret hope that I wouldn’t be amongst all those authors who would admit that by the time they had written book 3 or 4, they had learned enough about the craft to get published.
Right alongside that hope, was a sneaking certainty that that would, indeed, be the case. And so I’m embarking on my dream, part 2. A ‘fools errand’ if you will. My writer friends will understand. So will my friends who are dreamers and visionaries.
And you know what? I have learned so much and I’m ready for this.
What are you dreaming about? Hoping for?
What is stopping you?