Caught in a web, or weaving the dream?
Reader, I spun a tale of wonder, excited about the material stirring within my heart; the next book was breaking through into my conscious awareness... I talked to my friends about it, I told my mentors about it, and still, all I could do was share my excitement. Then next thing I knew, five years went by. I wasn't writing my book. I was inconsistent and failed to bring it to life. Each time I sat down to work on it, I felt defeated; it felt so big, greater than I. This is the slippery,...