I have spent hours at the computer this morning, now into the afternoon, working on writing projects with deadlines. I thought I would be farther along than I am.
Taking a quick mental break.
Incredibly, a bunch of projects all hit me at once. I usually have one.
Working on some of the most important work of my writing career ever, I am flustered, frustrated how hard it is to write, hard clearing my mind, scared I will not accomplish each deadline.
I am so grateful but never been pulled in so many ways and all the projects are equal in importance to me.
But as I just finished one, I realized I did not even give myself credit for completion. I was nit picking why it was not good enough since my expectations for the assignment were different than the final outcome.
Note: Have no expectations.
I sit here, fingers by the keyboard, and I found myself staring off into…la-la-land.
I found myself smiling though.
I realized that in that moment I was smiling for no particular reason, no reason at all.
But I felt happy and content and smiling.
I have many reasons to smile.
Okay, now back to writing about serial killers.