Mostly, mid-day’s are good too. The sun shines, or it rains or the wind blows – which I must say is still a bit disturbing and these delicate plexiglass windows in Flame don’t seem like they can stand too much in the way of excessive stress and strain so I batten down the hatches and ride it out. But days are good. It’s when I start getting tired at the end of the day or whenever my mind says is the end of the day. I began getting hoarse around 5:30pm last evening and still had two groups of fabulous authors to support. I could hear the flatness in my voice, feel the fatigue in my system and just wanted to go to bed. My peeps inspired me by their perseverance and commitment to their own writing so I had just enough gas to be with them on the calls. Coaching authors is like the proverbial “you can lead a horse to water…” I can’t make them write. Yet, write, they are. They are engaged, finding their own voices and expressions – and they are sticking with the process. It is remarkable. They are remarkable.
23 May, 2012 / 4 Comments