Excuses

Excuses, I hate making excuses

No Excuses
I Hate Making Excuses

That’s right, readers, I hate making excuses. Yet, that’s all I seem to do these days. I could and would manage it if it were as simple as writer’s block. It’s not. Being a full-time caregiver is hard on me emotionally as well as physically. Can you imagine working 120 hours a week for no pay? No? I can because that is what I’ve been doing daily since June. I’m tired. I’m not making excuses, but damn, this has got to stop soon.

I have a plan, though, and it is slowly making its way through the process. Damn, is it ever so slow? At this rate, I would like to write again in February. Wish me luck, because that is my goal. I love plans that have goals; else, why have a plan to begin with?

I hope you’re staying safe, warm, and cozy while dealing with this nasty weather front covering most of the country. If you’re staying inside and bored to death, pick up any book, not just one of mine. But here is where you can learn more about my books, most of which are available on Amazon. Happy reading.

Please send me a comment. I’d love to read them. I’ll respond as I can. I hope you have a wonderful day.

Goal without a Plan

I was poking around this morning, wondering what I might write about and I stumbled across this quote.

Quote-GoalWithoutPlan“A goal without a plan is simply a wish.” CalamusWorks

I can’t think of a day in my life where I hadn’t chosen a goal without establishing a plan. It seems natural to me. I make plans almost without conscious thought.

Take for example my recent move from my old home to my new one. Once the decision was made, I started developing the plan to make it happen and as efficiently as possible. It took months to make it happen but it did. Whenever I leave the house to do a number of errands, I don’t just get in my car and go. Instead, as I’m buckling in, I plan my route to be as efficient as possible. That means, go from one destination to another without crossing my path. Some people say I’m being ridiculous. Though I can see their point, I don’t agree. Gasoline is expensive and I don’t want to waste it by retracing my route.

When it comes to writing and painting, I also have a plan but those seem to be much more fluid in nature. It drives me crazy but I have to keep adjusting the plan as each day goes by. I know what my end goal is and I have plan to get there. However, I keep coming across so many unknowns and interruptions that I find it hard to stay on the path (plan).

Sometimes, it is simple fatigue. Sometimes someone needs my assistance and I’m glad to help. Sometimes obligations get in the way. Not that I don’t want to live up to my obligations. I do, though sometimes I wish they didn’t exist. I accepted them so I will make sure I deliver.

These and many more tend to pull me away from following the plan to writing success.

Which raises the question. With any goal and the plan that makes it happen, what is the measure of success in reaching that goal? Buying and house and moving, seems easy enough. Sign the closing papers and move in. Run an errand?

What is my measure of success in reaching my goal of becoming a well-known and successful author and painter? I have to give that some more thought. That too seems to be fluid. I want to be successful, I need to define what it means to be a successful author and painter.

Stay tuned. I’ll let you know what I come up with.