I am loving the book my hubby bought me for Christmas (pictured above, along with my other favourite gift this holiday). It’s a really easy read because it is broken down into tiny chapters with each one containing nuggets of wisdom and little insights on how to become a successful writer. It’s working wonders for my creative streak and every single day this week I have made the time to work on my own book. I’ve already etched out the bare bones of over half a dozen chapters, and have to say I’m pretty proud of this achievement.
One of the best pieces of advice I’ve taken from Mr. Ferris so far, is that rather than wait for bursts of inspiration one should just write as it’s the only way to get the job done. Even if yesterday’s efforts end up on the equivalent of a ‘cutting room floor’, your masterpiece will never get finished (let alone published) if you don’t just write. Often the only thing holding a would-be author back is their own fear and insecurity that what they’re producing isn’t good enough. I guess you could apply the same logic to just about any area of life.
Talking about the project here makes it real to me. Some folk prefer to keep their cards close to their chests when it comes to these matters, but I find that it helps hold me to account.