As a Canadian, I feel blessed to live in a country where people enjoy freedom in many forms. Where people have a greater chance to feel human the way humans should feel: Free, safe and happy! I am grateful to those who fight for that freedom, risking their lives everyday. They are heroes!
WORD FOR THIS POST:
Focus (n): 1. a central point, as of attraction, attention, or activity: The need to prevent a nuclear war became the focus of all diplomatic efforts.
Alex J. Cavanaugh for hosting each first Wednesday of every month, the Insecure Writer's Support Group (IWSG), where writers post their doubts, concerns and insecurities without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Others offer assistance and guidance in the comments. This is what I call "the safe zone". (I just made that up)
For a full list of participants click here and hop on over to offer words of encouragement and/or assistance.
As you may notice today, my post is a little late. I wish I could come up with an excuse other than "Yes, I forgot." but I cannot. There's a reason for that:
The past month I've spent concentrating on re-editing Marked and Two Halves. I'm almost done and can see the 'light at the end of the tunnel' (as cliche as it sounds), but I've been so focused, I can't remember the last time (in my life) it's happened. My work ethic has been beyond normal. 10-14 hour days (in between kids activities, and family obligations) at a computer. I don't go to sleep unless I physically cannot look at the screen anymore (I'm sure I'll need to visit an optometrist next month). I've forgotten about dinners (nicely saved by pizza), a couple of karate practices, and don't even try to talk to me when I'm at the computer. I won't hear you. But I will not stop until what I set out to do is finished.
Now, my insecurity this month is simple. In the back of my mind I'm afraid all the hard work will be in vain and I will not reach my goal which has always been to be a full time writer and support my family. It takes a long time to reach that goal (and I understand that). But, what if it doesn't happen? I would be crushed.
Do you experience that as a writer? What is your insecurity? Any excited plans for 4th of July?