I’ve been looking over notes for the past hour trying to find an idea to write about. It’s not working. I have the thought that I could just skip posting today. But it doesn’t feel right. I hear Stephen Pressfield in my ear:
“The amateur, underestimating Resistance’s cunning, permits the flu to keep him from his chapters; he believes the serpent’s voice in his head that says mailing off that manuscript is more important than doing the day’s work. The professional has learned better. He respects Resistance. He knows if he caves in today, no matter how plausible the pretext, he’ll be twice as likely to cave in tomorrow.”
I don’t want to be twice as likely to cave tomorrow, so, like I recently read from one of Ev Bogue‘s daily emails, “I’m hitting publish anyway”.
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