I really had good intentions. I was excited about my friend’s positive reaction to my writing. Raring to go, but then motivation slowly evaporated. Life interfered or I let it interfere. Was it fear? Self doubt? Or just laziness?
Perhaps some combination of all of them; however, I’ve made a promise to myself. I’ll spend a minimum of one hour a day on my book even if it involves staring at a screen.
Hopefully by the end of September, I’ll report progress to you.