I’m going to move into my house, set up my work space, and presto! Magic will happen.
I’ll finish all my art projects and start preparing for my next show.
I’ll finally know how to write that synopsis.
I’ll be brilliant.
I’ll get published.
This house business has pushed and shoved over so many things–including my rational thought.
I bet I can flail around as much in the house as I do in this apartment. Only I’ll have more bills.
All the advice I’ve been given by smart and helpful people, and still I dither and whine… Many brilliant and hard-working writers are waiting for attention. The publishing business isn’t going to miss me. It would have to know me to miss me…
Do you suffer from “if…then…” thinking? Or maybe “as soon as I…then I’ll…”
I have a plague of it over here.