Envy
An awful lot of "Damn, I wish..." going on in that paragraph. Envy is natural and its even beneficial in some ways. When I see someone writing great books, I focus more on my writing. I am competitive, which could be why I have book envy. I am not so much competitive with other authors (I am, quite frankly, too old for that kind of stuff) but competitive with myself. If I had two books published last year, then I want three books published this year and so on and so on.
But life gets in the way. And then I get mad at myself and say, "Is writing blood or fire in my veins?" If it was fire then I should be happy to give up another hour of sleep and write late at night. But I think I average around 6 hours now and I really like to function during the day and for me, it requires around-hey imagine that?-6 hours of sleep a night. But I am tired of making excuses for myself as well. Everyone has deaths in the family, everyone moves, everyone has kids. That doesn't make me special. It makes me a big whiner baby.
Excuse me-my computer is being confiscated by a demanding 5 year old who wants to play Go Diego Go. I'll write more later...





