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Putting that money where your mouth is...

This year, I decided I was going to take my writing goals seriously. I started paying for seminars (Which I found ridiculously helpful and awesome). I got on board with a 5am start time. I've started to really take myself seriously as a writer.


The amazing thing about this is that once I started to share my goals, to tell people that 2019 is going to be the year I get this done, the people in my life started to believe it. Them believing it, in turn, has me believing.


Today, I opened my first box of business cards. I actually purchased cards that have my website, my email, and my phone number. Cards that reveal my true self as a writer.


Wow. That puts a lot of pressure on a little bit of cardboard.


Anyway. Seeing this, putting money were my writing is, seems to make it real. I'm pushing myself, getting out of my comfort zone to be sure I can do this. My dream of writing is going to be realized. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I am. Part of that is getting to my keyboard and getting the words out of my brain and onto the page.


This, of course, is no mean feat. I mean, actually writing? Is that what writers do? I thought we all sat around drinking coffee, bitching about character arcs and debating the use of the Oxford comma. Is that not it? I need to check my pamphlet.


In any event, today was a milestone for me. I'm doing this writer thing.


So, let me get off the damn internet to confront that damned blinking cursor, shall I?

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