Sandra’s Miscellany

First let me get some business out of the way: I’ve now got a mailing list. Woohoo! You can choose to receive either an e-mail or snail mail newsletter about soon-to-be-released books. Subscribe here.

Tomorrow is the first day of September. The fifth is the dSO’s birthday. The 15th is when he and I agreed I’d be working at a job…which hasn’t materialized.

Now, that’s pretty much enough to get me wigged out because I always put all kinds of pressure on myself to do more or be more or perform, which is, in the final analysis, .

Yep, that’s what I said. It’s crap. And the reason it’s crap is because I’m constantly looking to build the Rolls Royce when the Chevy would do just as well. My perfectionism is one of the most sick-making behaviors I engage in. Perfectionism will make me procrastinate (what if what I do is wrong?) and ultimately paralyze me (how can I even begin if I know what I’m doing will be wrong?). And then if I do actually manage to complete the project, the book, the text, whatever, I obsess over whether it’s “right.”

But what the hell is “right”? For me, “right” has something to do with someone else I respect pronouncing positive or affirming judgments on the work. That’s just , too. What does anyone else have to do with what I’m doing?

Grr.

So my hat’s off to anyone who writes for sheer joy, who laughs while she edits, and who looks forward to each day simply because it’s new. Woohoo!