I might have known there were so many others to have this goal. How many of those over 7,000 people are actually pursuing it? When will I be able to? I fall asleep at night thinking about it, but haven’t written word one in support of the goal. Deadlines usually help, but not if they’re set by me. Then I find excuses to stretch them out as long as possible. And there’s that whole re-writing procedure. Hey, it’s part of the game, and if I want to finish, I have to start.
Just sit down and write, Gideon.
Who, me, write a novel? I’m not that talented, and it’s just so much work!
You can do it, because I will help.
Okay, give me until tomorrow.
Not tomorrow. Right now, while you’re sitting and writing anyway.
But,but, it’s going to be so hard.
What’d I already tell you.
Yeah, I know, I can do it because you will help. Thanks for the challenge, but I’ve been sitting here for an hour now and my butt hurts. I need to stretch. I need to get ready to leave. I need to….do at least twelve other things. I’ll start it, tomorrow.