Today I saw the notice of the San Miguel Writer’s Conference 2020-21 on Facebook. And my mind started spinning with “what-ifs” and “how can I’s”. Steam came out of my head and it screeched to a halt, and then I breathed, again.
These days I seem to have to remind myself to pause a lot and ask myself… What the hell am I doing?
I am not writing a best seller. I am writing a memoir. That is the goal.
And we will see where that leads and be open to it.
If one person reads it, or a hundred or several thousand, I will have achieved my goal.
If it makes it onto a list, great. If not, that is ok too.