Yeah, I've been in a funk lately. But I don't want to talk about that anymore. Nobody likes to be around such a Debbie Downer. Hell, I'm sick of myself. I'd rather be Polly Positive. Would you believe Hannah Happy? How about Connie Contentment?
Time to turn this shit around. Wallowing in misery doesn't do a damn thing to get one out of misery, if ya know what I mean. Yeah, shit sucks sometimes. Acknowledge it and move on. Sitting around whining about the suckage never makes it stop sucking. Never. Ever.
It sure as hell doesn't get books written. And it ain't putting kibbles in the kitty, if ya catch my drift.
"If you want to be somebody else, and you're tired of fighting battles with yourself, if you want to be somebody else, change your mind." - Sister Hazel
It's all mental, ya know. (Unless you're like medically certified as chemically depressed or something - which I ain't.) I can choose to let all this shit get me down, or I can choose to rise above it and work toward making something positive happen.
And this, for me, only pertains to my writing life, just so ya know. I'm pretty happy otherwise. Work, though? Work is totally harshing my groove. That's why I went fishing 6 out of 8 days recently. Out there, I'm at peace. Here at the computer? Not so much. Well, that shit needs to change. Fishing might put food on the table (or it might not as last week proved), but it ain't getting the books from Chapter One to THE END.
And that's the point, isn't it?
Want to be happy? Want to be successful? Get off your damn ass, put down the fishing pole, and type those freakin' words. Sheesh.
Okay, that concludes my pep-talk to me. If it helped you, too, awesome. If you didn't need the pep-talk, I hope you at least enjoyed the show.