And I do have stories to tell. Two of them to be exact. Two books that I managed to become blocked on after about 200 pages each. That’s already a lot of work to put into a single story, let alone two of them. Yet they sit there, on my computer but, sadly, not on my mind. And I tell myself I have no time to write because I have to organize a blog tour, or prepare for a book fair. But maybe I’m just too scared to put in the hard work and hours that are necessary to get over my writer’s block, to getting the story-telling untracked.
I used to like to think I was a writer, whatever level of success I attained. Now I’m just a busy publicist, who used to write. On more than one occasion, I promised myself that once this or that was done, once I got over the next hump, I would pick up one of my half-written books and get back to being a real writer again. I just don’t know if I can take myself at my word.