As we grow older and reach - let's say - our 30s, it seems like we no longer ask our parents for advice. Or, in other words, it feels like we become our parents parents. Where, in the past, we used to ask our mom and or dad for advice on almost anything, this becomes pretty much an exception when we reach adulthood.
Sorry mom and dad. It doesn't mean I love you less ;<)
Today I felt like reaching out to my mom for help. I asked her, a couple of months ago, to proofread my first book. FYI: she spent the majority of her childhood ( age 3 to 18 ) in English speaking countries, while I grew up in The Netherlands. My English is very good, her English is excellent.
Today I decided that I need her help to hopefully get unstuck with my writing. In other words, to give me some editing advice.
And then, as soon as I decided to do so ( before I even reached out to her ), the writing started to flow again.
I'm still not entirely unstuck but it seems like just the intention to ask my mom for help and advice, today, seems to have unlocked something unexpected.
Could this be the key to me finishing something, for a change my book?
You might want to try this yourself: Ask for help or even just ponder the idea of asking for help on something that you're stuck with, something that your postponing. You might want to practice asking for help, just because you hardly ever do so, thereby making things harder than necessary. Asking for help is actually a sign of power, not weakness.
Funny enough, all of this happened on the day when I finally got the solar system - of the house that I am renting since the start of May - up and running. I had to practice a lot of patience for this: 7 weeks.
When energy starts flowing, it starts flowing on all kinds of levels. In fact, as I mentioned in my recent write up: Everything is Energy
I thought that it might be fun to show the above disclaimer to you all. To be honest, I'm not sure whether I will add this part to the book but I might. It was merely meant as some of kind of excuse to re-use some material that I wrote for National Novel Writing Month in November 2019. It still feels like a waste to not use any of those 50k words, even though it spawned this (series of) Hypersensitivosaurus book(s)
Let's wrap things up by saying that I am looking forward to share my writing with my mom in the coming days. She said she would be honored to give me some advice.
Such a humble woman ;<)
It's nice to hear this.
What I feel even more excited about though is the fact that it feels like I'm finally nearing the end of my first book. At least that's what my intuiton tells me and what I told her over the phone today: I feel that it can be finished pretty soon, after receiving her advice.
Now I shouldn't forget that I'm also planning to add some drawings / sketchies to the book. It won't be mere text. But, as the drawings will be more like sketches than detailed drawings, that shouldn't take too much time.
I am considering to also make some more detailed art to promote the book but all of that can be done at a later time.
Exciting times that I just wanted to share with you all, my dear readers!
P.S. The screenshot above this post was written today. It's a reworking of earlier material. Although it's far from perfect, I must say that I am really enjoying where it's going. I'm feeling it.