Day 23 of 90: A matter of… #SupportIndieAuthors #ASMSG #IARTG #IAN1 #Inspiration

Do you believe in yourself? I ask this for an important reason, it’s not just an idle question of fancy. I assume if you’re reading this you’re looking for inspiration for something. I’m a self starter. What I mean is, no matter how much someone pushes me to do something, no matter how much I know it’s good for me, until I want to do something, it isn’t getting done.

In order to get started, I have to believe I can even do it in the first place. Which is why my view of the world has changed quite a bit in my life, especially in this past couple years. I know I have to believe in myself before I can even start a task in some instances.

Self confidence is a very important tool to have in your repetoire. Think about it, if you have self confidence, you’re much more resilient than someone who has low self esteem. But how do you build self confidence? After all, it’s not something that’s going to spring out of nothing overnight.

It takes time and perseverence to gain that self confidence. A continued belief that you can, and will, succeed at whatever it is you want to do. That’s how I wrote my first book, I believed. That’s how I saved my first life with CPR, I believed. That’s how I know you can do it, I believe.

Even if you have no one else in your corner, you can count on me. I’ve watched too many people succeed with a gung ho attitude and an unwillingness to bend under the pressure. Remember, it’s all a matter of perspective.

Day 22 of 90: Almost spaced it

I woke up today, and I started writing. I was happy, my fingers flying over the keys, the words pouring forth from my head. I didn’t pay attention to it, just letting my mind flow with a purpose of keeping it contextualized in the story. It seemed to run like a waterfall from my brain, and before I knew it, I had almost 1500 words written. I was happy, glowing with exuberation as I looked upon a successful day of writing.

Then I started to read it. I realized that I had forgotten the most rudimentary basics of english, and lost myself in the story. I had told instead of showing, and I needed to go back and fix it. A little bit of a rework, a twist of the context and perspective, and it seems to be working much better.

It’s okay to write an unintelligible pile of drivel that no one else understands, you are after all pouring your heart onto the page. As long as you can go back and edit, it doesn’t matter.

I normally write in what my wife affectionately calls Rilenese. It’s my own language, that I understand perfectly. She has problems with it though. When she’s editing one of my works, she’s constantly asking, “What did you mean here? Did you know this word means this also? Oh my god, awesome league of awesome, too repetitive.”

It doesn’t matter if you write crap, because crap can be cleaned up. First you have to write it.