Actually Doing It (Hah!)

PLAN A: Putter about, smoking & drinking & screwing my life away while my literary career goes nowhere, dying ignominiously, to ultimately be declared a genius. (What? Your Plan A is better?)

PLAN B: Get with the Internet Game, and actually draw some attention to my written work. Nah, gimme a smoke, I'll have a Jack Daniel's, and Hey, Babe!



Knowing what to do, and actually doing it, are not just different but an order of magnitude of difference. A grain of sand versus a boulder.

The shortest distance between A and B is a straight forget it! Ain't gonna get there! Without all sorts of possibly illegal and immoral twists and turns.

♂: “The dog ate my motivation.”
♀: “You don’t have a dog.”
♂: “Had to put her down.”
♀: “For eating your motivation?”
♂: “And my ingenuity.”

For me the saying AS YE START, SO SHALL YE GO carries a lot of weight. My personal problem seems to be with transitions, with change-of-state. Once I actually get going on something, it's hard for me to stop.

What I am supposed to be doing (according to my rational judgment) is directly contacting science fiction book bloggers by eMail, after possibly lurking around their sites for a month or two, commenting on their posts, pretending to be interested in their message.

Nah.

"Don't Bogart that joint, Babe."

@hg47