Bored yet? Tired of my endless repetition? Well too bad!
I'm in another funk. I think it's because of my last two blog entries. My critical voice is nagging at me--telling me how presumptuous it is for me to think I have any business educating anyone about writing.
Sheesh! I know I'm being ridiculous, but I just can't stop these critical thoughts. So I'm going to use this blog for the purpose for which it was originally intended. (Man, talk about awkward phrasing!) To help me get over myself and write even when I'm stuck in Funkytown.
Two hours. Rest time and after the kids go to bed. Even if it's painful. Even if the words come slow as chilled honey.
I'm doing it!