Today’s mission, should I choose to accept it: re-write my book in 1st person.
I wish there was a Bosley around, who’d put the phone on speaker while a disembodied “Charlie” gave me orders. It’d be better than taking them from the voices in my head.
Here’s the thing about having a regular job– it’s like gravity. You go to work, you get a paycheck. Sometimes you get raises and promotions. You trade your time for money, your independance for security.
Days like today, dreary, bleak, blah days, I miss the comfort of someone else being the boss and taking the responsibility for success.
If I re-write this book, I don’t know if it will work– get me an agent and a publishing contract. I might have better luck rebuilding an engine– there are manuals for that at least, even if they are written in the metric system.
Nobody knows what it takes to be successful. It’s the je ne sais quois factor. The rules are fluid and contridictory on the best days. Nonexistent on the others.
I am trying to channel my inner Thomas Edison today. He found over a 1,000 ways NOT to make a lightbulb.
“If I find 10,000 ways something won’t work, I haven’t failed. I am not discouraged, because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward”.
Thomas A. Edison, Encyclopaedia Britannica