For some reason writing has been especially difficult for this particular chapter of Mercator. I'm thinking it, have something to do with me being afraid to finish the book. Probably because if I finish it, edit it, and then start trying to hock it I might discover that it really isn't good and no one will pick it up.
Or maybe I really am afraid of success, and as much as I hate being stuck in this middle place between school and success I'm comfortable with my life and not really being expected to be anything, or deliver anything, or be a certain way. I can just go on being the person I've become over the course of college.
But I'm ready. I'm willing. And I'm tiered of this comfortable no place that I've developed.
I just hope that God will use me and my imagination soon.
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