I’m writing this from the fourth coffeehouse in two days. Also there was boba tea in there at some point and a really good burger.
I’m on a writer’s retreat, ya’ll. Sustenance.
There has also been fudge. But only purchased, not consumed. Yet.
Oh and some frozen lemonade thing that really didn’t seem all that lemonadey. I need my lemonade to smack me in the mouth with its tartness. This one just sort of booped me in the nose. It’s ok, lemonade. You be you.
But Dana, you ask. When are you actually writing?
IN BETWEEN, SILLY.
On this retreat I have:
- Had a very serious talk with my Calendar. We got eye to eye and I said things like, “Ok, Calendar. Cut it out. I’m in charge. I AM. You’re not the boss of me.
- Added about 6 more things to Calendar.
- Wrote a blog post and a newsletter.
- Finally finished the book synopsis I talk about here.
- Worked on chapters 1 and 2. All the while there was a constant soundtrack in my head to the tune of: “What Do You Think You’re Doing, Dana, You Total Fakezoid.” It has a snazzy beat.
I want you to realize, dear reader, that imposter’s syndrome is very common. I think I could seriously win a Pulitzer and I would still be all “It was probably a fluke and someone out there by the name of Dana Bawman is really ticked off that I stole her Pulitzer.”
But here is what I learned while I was here:
- Coffeeshops regularly chose really interesting music. I am currently listening to showtunes in Japanese. Thanks Reverie Coffee for the culture. Also, you make a lemon cream croissant that is to die for.
2. If I listened to all the voices in my head I would be home making a blanket fort with my cats and as great as that sounds one cannot achieve your highest potential when that is ALL that you do. Don’t come at me, cats.
3. People are really nice. While here, I have had recommendations for food, walking paths, books, and the best burger. People are interested in what I’m writing and they are all about encouragement. People are just amazing.
4. I will never be as cool as a barista.
Don’t allow your inner voice to shut you down. If it keeps telling you all sorts of negative things? That’s not an inner voice. That’s an inner a$$hole. This sounds really weird and ew and like something from a David Cronenberg movie and I hate his movies.
David, if you’re reading my blog, I’m sorry.
(spoiler alert he’s not reading it)
I will have to say, though: if blanket forts with your cat are your thing? Do it. It does sound kinda cool.
In conclusion, I leave you with a whole heck of a lot of writing yet to do, but also this video of fudge. You’re welcome.
