Ever slip into wishful thinking, where you need a good kick-start to get you moving again in your writing or other goals? Is it a problem with the goal? A motivation issue? Some of the arguments I have with myself border on the ridiculous. It goes something like this.......
"Okay, 'little quacks', listen up. I can't move and you can't move.
All the staring in the world isn't going to change anything!"
There are days I cannot budge. I stare at the screen, my fingers frozen over the keys, my mind locked in time and space on characters I have never really met before except in my mind. Yet they are real . . . REAL as the people I sometimes hear talking in my dreams at night or playing out in my mind during the day.
All the staring in the world isn't going to change anything!"
There are days I cannot budge. I stare at the screen, my fingers frozen over the keys, my mind locked in time and space on characters I have never really met before except in my mind. Yet they are real . . . REAL as the people I sometimes hear talking in my dreams at night or playing out in my mind during the day.
"But I like hanging out in the loft," a small voice says.
"There are no pressures there. No agents or publishers to
worry about, no critiques to fret over. No queries to write or
that synopsis I need to rewrite. Safe, comfy and warm."
"And besides, I can just dream and dream . . . and dream."
(Some days I'm Ferdinand the Bull, lost in wishful thinking).
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So where do I stand on the dream-fulfillment meter? Writing has

So.....celebrating holding onto my dreams this week and also the big A-Z blog hop this April. I hesitated at the huge time commitment there, but last year's experience was so incredible, I just couldn't pass it up. Did anyone else sign up?