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Category Archives: Never give up

Am I really a writer? I’ll have to ask my journal

Writing to find myself I’m not sure why it took me so long to admit to myself I’m a writer. The irony is I’ve been writing a journal since I was a girl. So you think it would’ve been a natural revelation. I still keep a journal every day. It’s the way I wake up …

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Accepting I’m a writer, finally: It only took about 20 years…

Have you ever felt as if writing weren’t a real job? That saying you’re a writer is kind of fanciful, and even selfish? I absolutely have! It’s really ironic because I started reading when I was four and devoured as many books as I could from that time on. I mean I LOVE to read. …

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How fear can stall your writing: And how to get back on track, one page at a time

A never-ending novel Before I started working on my book again, I thought it would take me forever to finally finish it. I felt as if I were standing at the bottom of a really high mountain looking up, and had a long trek to get up there. The tip of the mountain was even …

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Today’s a perfect writing day: It’s overcast and raining

There are definitely days where I find it easier to go into my office, close the door and write. I don’t feel as if I’m missing anything, well at least not much. For me, the beautiful sunny days of the summer are the hardest to work on. I can take my laptop outside and work …

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A writer’s negative self-talk: It’s BS, aren’t you happy to hear?!

That negative self-talk we love to hate Do you ever hear yourself saying in your head, “I can’t make any serious money from writing!” or “I’m going to end up a starving writer or a drunk or both!” or “What if I write a book and no one wants to publish it?!” or “What if …

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Journalling to honour myself: Writing has saved my life

Journalling through my life I have been writing a journal for over 35 years. I began as a young girl as a way to express feelings I couldn’t any other way. And also feelings I couldn’t understand. I didn’t have a safe person close to me that I could confide in. And even though my …

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