Needless to say, I had things on my mind. I can usually separate my work life and personal life, and even separate it all from my writing life, but with the end of my late wife's life coming to an evitable end, I can look back now--gives it a whole new meaning to hindsight is 20/20, huh?--and say it all was wearing on me.
These past six months or so, I've been slowly getting back on the horse. Baby steps. I have a small set of weekly goals, and it has given me the courage to go forth and conquer. Albeit on a small scale. Baby steps.
How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
How does one write a novel? One page at a time. One sentence at a time. One word at a time.
If you find yourself overwhelmed, take a step back and do some small tasks. One at a time. Baby steps.
In the end, you'll get there. Trust me: been there, got the T-shirt.
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