That woman who was all platitudes and blind optimism from yesterday?  I can’t stand that chick.  She just pops out now and then all Holier-than-Thou making all sorts of weak-kneed suggestions.   And then . . . The first publisher edit comes back on “TOO RICH AND TOO THIN, Not an autobiography.” 

The suggestion was made . . . that the manuscript wasn’t already perfect.    That maybe I had a ways to go before my precious words hit the big press.  No, that’s not the truth.  The truth is much too disturbing to reveal here.  Yikes.  I took that all-smiley-look-at-me-I’m-so-mature-psychologist from yesterday and bounced her off a few walls.    “I can’t write.  Who did I think I was?  I’m such an obvious sham.  This whole writing gig was a big mistake!  The pretty man in the director’s chair sitting in front of the ocean on the info-mercial on at three this morning is right.  Buying cheap real estate is the road to happiness. Or maybe that “bullet” thing that turns a ten sack bag of potatoes into soup in one minute?

Nothing but Nancy Grace and pizza last night. 

But the ONE SURE THING we know about EMOTIONS, is that they CHANGE. 

Today, I’ll all back into building that world  . . .   in which the only losers are the people who don’t try.  And try.   And try.

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