Sometimes I lie awake in the middle of the night and wonder what I am doing.
I know what I think I am doing, but what am I actually accomplishing?
Sometimes, I think writers are ill-equipped to step outside of their writing world to become successful businesswomen.
I imagine you would need a severe dose of reality, and that’s not what we are best at.
I write a lot, or I did, books, poems, or posts about my writing life. But when it comes to marketing our books, that particular head is hard to find. Sometimes I wish I really were Worzel Gummidge with his cupboard full of different heads for different jobs.
If I ever manage to get my head back, I know I must try harder to learn how to succeed in the writing world.
Some authors manage this very well. Maybe I should do some detective work to see how they do it?
I had a bunch of good intentions this morning.
I had been looking out the window at my bonsai trees, most of which are desperate for a repot as the soil in their pots is old and stale.
I started planning the operation, where I would sit, what I would need, and so on. The weather was good, so it would be the perfect time to see how many I could repot.
I also had thoughts about looking at my book in progress, as I had recently re-read a few chapters and found a problem. This had bothered me for a while now, and was probably time I checked it out.
As I pondered (that’s another word for procrastinating) it struck me that repotting a bonsai tree was much like editing a book.
You open the book / pull the tree out of the pot.
You look for errors / uncover the roots.
You decide on a plan / you decide which roots to trim.
It would seem that you can prune a book and a bonsai tree, but overall, you are caring for both of them. Although I must admit that it is a lot easier to care for a bonsai than to write a book.
So, which way did I go on this glorious day?
You guessed it, the book problem won…
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