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Yesterday was my mom’s birthday. She passed away over three and a half years ago. I think about her every day. Every single day.
Many of you have noticed my absence these last few months. This post by Roni Loren scared the **** out of me. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I literally did nothing.
I have to be honest with you – I’m not a huge fan of blogging.
Oh, stop, it’s not like that.
I am a perfectionist; it makes me crazy writing these posts. English was my favorite class in school…I work in the legal field…these, combined with my fear of failure (and success), make it quite a challenge to get them perfect.
I agonize over every word – is it the right word for what I’m trying to convey? I stress out over every punctuation – should that be a question or a statement? I search and search and search for the perfect images to complement the tone or subject of my posts. I even spend too much time wondering when the best time to publish my post is.
It’s exhausting.
So what does this have to do with my mom? I’ve been thinking a lot about what she would tell me about all of this. My mom was one of those moms (like me, and many others lol) who thought that her child was 100% perfect in every way. The fact that I stood upright, spoke, and blinked was enough to make my mom swell with pride. While she was alive, it was sometimes exasperating, sometimes funny. Now, remembering makes the loss of her that much sharper, more poignant.
What would my mom say? She would tell me that I’m brilliant just for trying. She would tell me how outstanding (that was her word for everything I did) my blog is. She would also tell me – as would marketing experts – since I want to be published one of the things I need to do as a writer, besides writing, is get my name out there—and this blog, among other things, can do that.
She would give me a hug, tell me I’m an outstanding writer, and put my big girl pants on.
And stop punishing myself.
And post when I have something to post.
And not worry about it after that.
As a good friend of mine recently said: I’m a writer who blogs, not a blogger who writes
Besides, how will any of you get to read my books if I’m spending more time perfecting posts instead of polishing manuscripts?
That said, I will do my very best to keep to my Tuesday & Thursday schedule, but if I’m busy writing, or busy with my family, or busy learning from geniuses like James Scott Bell and Larry Brooks, then the post will have to wait.
Besides, you’re a laid back bunch, I know you’ll forgive my lapses
So talk to me. Do you ever feel pressured to be perfect? What do you do about it?
(I’m trying so hard not to focus on how many times I typed the word “write” in this post…lol)







