Are you the same as me?
Why do something today when you can put it off until tomorrow, or the next day, or maybe a few weeks, months or even years?
I do that with lots of things as a grown up. The ironing, mainly but pretty much anything I don't feel inclined to do.
As a teenager, I did it with homework and my chores.
People do it at work, with deadlines, onerous tasks and things that are really hard.
I do it with my writing. I find something else to do instead of putting my arse in a chair, fingers on the keyboard and writing.
I tell myself ideas are forming, characters are growing, conflict is developing.
That's a crock. That's just me being lazy.
A great idea is no good in my head. A fabulous cover is no good without a book to grace. No-one can read a book that's not written.
So, I am biting the bullet and one book at a time, I am finishing all those half-arsed, incomplete stories.
I am writing. I am editing. I am creating a cover and I am publishing them myself, and opinions can go hang.
I am doing myself a favour and clearing out my head, my heart and my soul with words on a page.
I am biting the bullet. It may be a blank. It may go up in smoke, but it needs biting. It starts now.