The last week or so, the writing of my novel has come to a bumpy stretch worthy of California surface streets after this rainy winter we’ve had. I thought it might be the fact that I’m wrestling with the business side of indie authoring. Yes, I will admit that I’ve been consciously avoiding that quagmire, while also coming up with a name for my indie publishing business and budgeting in my head. This has been a very Jekyll/Hyde process.
But this morning, I caught sight of Steven Pressfield’s book, Do The Work, buried under a bunch of other books in one of the many piles around the bedroom. So, I carefully pulled it out and opened it up. And right there, in front of my face, was the truth.