It's summer. I'm on vacation and supposed to be enjoying time. Time is something I do not have. Husband is so busy (a great thing!) that I've worked almost every day. Don't get me wrong, I'm have a loads of fun working for him but at the same time, I feel as though I'm not able to do anything for myself. Oh well, I get to spend a lot of time with him and that's awesome because I love him so much. Good news is, vacation starts next Saturday! 10 days of driving, exploring, seeing my family who I haven't seen in years...I'm looking forward to it!
I really want to get started on my novel again, but I'm so scared. What if it's not any good? What if the subject is something no one wants to read about? What if I can't keep the reader's interest? What if I can't figure out how to finish it? I'm not even half way through it! It's inside me like a niggling tooth ache but I can't bring myself to pull it out. I guess that's one good thing about having to work all summer is that I have an excuse, but one of these days, those excuses will go away. Why did I even start this process???
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