When Writing And Travel Is Boring

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Today was a rough day. Not that anything bad happened, but for some reason I was having problems working on the required tasks to bring my book to completion.

There are days that require us to work on the mundane. We are not flying anywhere on an airplane, we are not writing anything exciting. Instead we are sitting at a desk.

For those who travel, we know that behind the scenes there is preparation that must take place. I tell my friends when the time is approaching for me to board a plane. Hey, whether I am ready or not the plane is going to leave, I love you, but I cannot spend time with you right now.

Today was a mundane day, and it was necessary to have limited conversations with people. It was time to upload the book, “A Heart That Seeks,” It is now waiting in the que to be reviewed. I get one last chance for edits and then it will be available in paperback and kindle.

Ah…I should be celebrating, but instead I am thinking about the next 2 books in the series of 3. A writers world never stops, neither does the preparation for travel.

In the middle of all this writing I am preparing for international travel. In our world today traveling is not as easy as it use to be.

To my writing and traveling friends. Don’t give up. There will be times that writing and traveling is boring! It is not in the exciting where we grow and mature. Instead we grow as we persevere in our everyday tasks. The pay off will be when we hold the book in our hand, or see it as an ebook, or board the plane.

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Warm Purple Socks, A Silk Robe and Eating Crackers

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I disappeared from my blog writing a few weeks ago. I can’t count how many times I sat in front of the screen with absolutely no words, to write about traveling or writing.

It is now 1:30 a.m. and I opened my eyes a few minutes ago from a deep sleep. My first thought was oh no, not now! Now is the time to open my blog page and write? This is crazy! But here I am sitting at my desk, with warm purple socks, a flowered silk bathrobe, eating crackers, and my reading glasses on the tip of my nose.

I laugh as I write this realizing that I stopped sharing anything new on my blog, because I was writing, reading and preparing for travel in the near future. I am almost finished with my first book that will be available on Amazon. I asked myself tonight, “Why is this book not finished and available to my readers and what is taking me so long?”

At 1:45 a.m. I have my answer. You see, my writing is available in many places around the web. It is in little bits, here and little bits there, on podcasts and videos. It is my imperfect little life shared in snippets. Publishing my life in a book is different for me, because it is my life wrapped within one location. It is made up of some of my writing that already exists online, but many pages are from my journal. They are my personal thoughts, feelings and my journey in life.

The pages are about my internal quest and heart as I seek God with all of my being. They are about me as I work through forgiveness, crying, grieving, and laughing, in my everyday life. They are pages of my search to survive as I search, read and pray. They are written to encourage others to walk through their personal quest.

I finish my middle of the night thoughts by asking myself one question; “Am I ready to allow others to see the inside of my heart and mind?”

Tonight I realize that my hesitation to publish is really not about my readers and if they will accept this book or even if it will be a success. Instead it is about, “Am I ok with me?” My answer is yes. This is who I am, and when daylight arrives, I will be ready to click the publish key.

It is to late to turn back now…

To be continued