I've been hiding in plain sight in the comfort zone for a while now. In the beginning it had a purpose. Post book launch I needed time to digest what I'd done. To lament what I feel I could've done better and to celebrate the fact that I'd done it as genuinely as possible with imperfections I'd begrudgingly allowed to remain intact. When my time came and went, I extended it like an after hours club that extends a party, but never lives up to it. There is a timing to life. Which, most times is the nemesis of the comfort zone.
Because, while the comfort zone is cozy, nothing much happens there.
It's a place to recover, not a destination in and of itself.
So, even though I'm aware I've overstayed my welcome like a bad guest, I'm having difficulty leaving. And I'm making every excuse for myself that's at my disposal. Of which there are many. The kids have had several days off of school for this and that. I've had travel articles to do. And prospecting for other magazines. And of course, continuing to blog and promote Rock the Kasbah by trying to develop new markets through social media. But, as they say, the best way to promote your current book is with your second book.
Which I've started, but it's going extremely slowly.
Ok, it's crawling.
Because I'm actively avoiding it.
As you may or may not know, my next book is fiction. And what you also may or may not know is I'm not a huge reader of fiction. Nor do I have any experience writing fiction at all. So because it's unfamiliar to me it's also, uncomfortable. It's not the writing itself that's the problem, that's been enjoyable. It's the fear of writing it. And the fear of something is always worse than the something. No matter what it is. Every single time.
And most everything good in my life has occurred outside the comfort zone.
So it's time to stop making excuses and start getting uncomfortable again.