I'm sitting at the Huntington Beach Starbucks with Jessie Humphries. Laptops are spread across the table as she drinks some freaky steamed vanilla soy concoction that tastes like pureed sugar cookies--and she thinks I'm the one with the sugar addiction. Please. I'm sipping a mango with extra fiber juice. You can never have too much fiber in your life.
We're writing. Finally.
Every year the wedding season hits big in the summer for me. I'm quite wimpy and I detest shooting in the cold. Ninety percent of my clients are taken between April and October. And now that the season has slowed down, I've finally pulled out my dusty laptop Lola for a spin around the block.
And I'm so so so incredibly happy because my friends are AWESOME (see Jessie's blog today). But I'm also pissed as hell. (Can I say that online? Please don't tell my mom I swore or I'm sooooo grounded.)
Anyway, I'm furious with myself. Or I have been. I've been a bit of a whiner about having no time to write and no time to blog. And my sweet writing buds have been so patient with all my whining.
And then today I sort of woke up.
I realized, why whine when I can write? (Insert light bulb here. This is the EPIPHANY.)
There's no point in being angry with myself for missing goals that I tossed by the wayside. So, inspired by so many amazing friends and their amazing books and their amazing agents . . . and because I don't really want to end up like homeless guy at the Starbucks no matter how sweet he is, I'm back in the game.
WHINE LESS, WRITE MORE.