There is always that moment …

Yes, that moment. The breath that can turn into hours or days or weeks if  I’m not careful. The pause before I seriously lay my pen to the page or my fingers to the keyboard.

The whispers that weave through my mind.

What if I can’t do it again? What if I mess it all up? What if I can’t get what is in my head onto the paper? What if I’m done? What if I’m tapped out? What if the first ten books were a fluke? What if … what if … what if …

I could drown in that moment. No, freeze is the better word. I could be frozen in that pause with all this burbling story trapped in my mind.

But I’m not.

Or so I remind myself every time the thought occurs to me.

‘That moment’ is exactly what Post-its were invented for.

This is the view out my office window this morning. This is my defence against the what ifs. The key to keep me moving through that moment … that pause …

So … yep. I’m writing.

I’m writing Dowser 6 to be specific.

#iamthedowser