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*Blows dust off blog*

So...it's been awhile but I'm back, and you're here, so let's dive right in and get started making 2018 our best year yet. That may sound like a lofty goal, but I believe in us and I've found a great system to help get us on our way.

New Year's typically comes with revelry, reflection, and resolutions. We set our writing goals (some of them recycled from the year before...and the year before that...and the year before that...) and convince ourselves this year will be the year we finish our manuscript, get published, or land an agent. The thing is, it takes more than motivation and a pretty planner to see our dreams come to fruition. A lot of us know what we want and why we want it, but have no idea how we're going to get it done.

A huge part of figuring out how, is understanding that a key component of goal setting is an action plan. And by plan, I mean both the noun and the verb. In order to achieve our goals we not only need a detailed strategy but also to decide and arrange in advance how we're going to execute our strategy.

This is where the SMART goal system comes in.

SMART stands for Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant, and Time Bound and the system brings organization and perceptibility into our goal setting. Here's how:

S is for Specific.

What exactly is it you're trying to achieve? Why this goal at this time? Who is going to be part of your process? What are the limitations or restrictions? Are there acceptable alternatives? The more specific you are with your goals, the clearer they become. The S is the difference between "I want to be published." and "I want to be published by Riptide."

M is for Measurable.

The M is what keeps us from getting overwhelmed. It breaks our larger goal down into manageable chunks which yield tangible results. How? Part of making sure your goal is measurable is establishing deadlines for getting things done and determining how you'll track your progress. For example one of my 2018 is to expand my online social circle of fellow writers and publishing peeps. Social anxiety and my general tendency to be the most awkward of turtles means I have a relatively small group of online peers (but they are AWESOME and I love them). One of the ways I plan on changing that is by actively participating in online events, joining message boards, being active on my social media platforms and speaking up in writing related chats. I plan on measuring how successful I am in increasing my peer group by having a specific goal of making two new contacts every three months. That may not sound like much, but for someone with my awkwardness and anxiety it's a challenging, but not entirely impossible goal. Most to the point though, it's measurable.

A is for Attainable.

Don't set yourself up for failure. Making two new contacts every three months is an achievable goal for me; making ten is not. The key to keeping a goal attainable is knowing what steps you're going to take and evaluating whether or not you have the skills or resources needed.

R is for Relevant. 

This one is pretty self explanatory. Your goal has to be important to you or you're going to lose motivation quickly. Ask yourself why you want to want to reach this goal, what's the objective and whether or not it's really worth investing your time, effort, and energy.

T is for Time Bound.

Set a firm deadline for completion. Firm. Deadline. Be realistic. be precise, and be accountable.

So there you have it, guys. The SMART way to reach our writing goals in 2018. The cool thing about this system is you can apply to pretty much anything that requires long range planning.

Talk to me, fam. What are your 2018 writing goals? How can the SMART system help you reach them? Leave a comment and let me know.

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Waking up Sunday morning and finding out about the mass shooting at Pulse made my heart heavy and my spirit weary. As more details emerged about what happened and why, my devastation and disgust grew, along with my anger and feelings of just being done.

I'm Black. I'm female. I'm queer. Living a life where those three things intersect means living with the fact and the fear that there are people who wish death and damnation upon me simply for existing. There are people who would hurt, maim, or even kill me with no hesitation and no regrets because their hatred means more to them than my life. That's not me being paranoid; that's me being real.

There are days when I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of living my life with an ever present awareness of my own mortality because other people refuse to acknowledge my humanity. Sunday was one of those days.

Then of course there are the "other" people. The people who would never stoop so low as to attack me physically because that's going too far and thus not okay. See, these people don't hate me, they just disagree with my "lifestyle choices."  They aren't bigots, they're "traditionalists" who just don't think I should have all the same rights as they do. They aren't transphobic, they're just using common sense to protect women and children from predators! They aren't racists, they're just tired of "overly sensitive" POC objecting to their  appropriation...I mean appreciation, of other cultures and calling out...I mean complaining about, things like accurate representation, diversity and inclusion. They aren't misogynists, they're just sick to death of the "feminist agenda". They can't imagine why anyone would accuse them of misogynoir for saying Antonia "Toya" Wright is Lil Wayne's baby mama but referring to Gwen Stefani as Gavin Rossdale's ex-wife. 

They won't plant a pipe bomb under my church, attack me with bottles and bricks for walking down the street holding hands with another woman, or outright say I belong in the kitchen barefoot, pregnant, and making sandwiches but they are no less dangerous than the people who would.

The reality is these are the people who agree with, support, and elect the hateful, hate filled politicians who then create bills and legislation to reinforce their marrow deep belief that because of my race, gender, and sexuality I am less than and they should have the legal right to treat me as such.

See, it's these "other" folks, these "reasonable" folks, who protect, promote, and pass down the toxic masculinity, homophobia, racism, transphobia and hate that produce the Omar Mateen's, Ronald Edward Gay's, and Eric Rudolph's of the world.

Let's be really, crystal clear about something: What happened at Pulse was a terrorist attack. What happened at Pulse was a hate crime. What happened at Pulse was a targeted attack on the LGBTQA community at large and trans and queer people of color in particular. It was evil. It was cowardly. It was heartbreaking and rage inducing.

What it's not is some unexplainable, isolated incident. Omar Mateen may well have been an ISIS sympathizer and supporter but make no mistake, his homophobia was home grown, right here in the good old U.S.A. There is an ugly, undeniable history in this country of physical, emotional, and legislative violence against members of the LGBTQA community. From bombings to bashings to raids to the refusal of rights and services the list of attacks, indignities and injustices we have endured here at home is long and shameful.

There are some uncomfortable, ugly truths about why this happened that we must confront. It's really tempting to pass the buck on this tragedy, otherize Omar Mateen and pretend he's someone else's problem, someone else's doing. But that would be a lie. He was our problem. He was our doing. We cannot blame this on ISIS. We cannot blame this on Islam. We cannot blame this on a "lone gunman" and we cannot cry that the devil made him do it. Having a hundred foot wall on the border and denying sanctuary to refugees wouldn't have kept it out and no matter how sincere they may be, offering up thoughts and prayers won't make it stop.

So what can we do?

We can be honest about how hateful, harmful, and potentially deadly all expressions of  homophobia, racism, and misogyny are. Whether it's a slur, a slap in the face, or a Sunday morning sermon, it all feeds into the monster used to justify the murder, maltreatment, and oppression of an entire group of people. It's not "just an opinion." It's not a "requirement of faith". It's not a "traditional value". It's hate and it's unacceptable.

We can exercise our right to vote, especially during mid-term and local elections which can be crucial. We can elect officials who will use their power to fight for the dignity and equality of all of their constituents rather than just a privileged few.

We can call out our church and community leaders when they are silent in the face of homophobic and racial violence.

We can hold our elected officials accountable for the choices they make and the causes they support. It's inexcusable that we have become a country where mass shootings are a regular occurrence. Igor Volsky's Twitter is a great place to start for those concerned with gun control and wanting to know which politicians accepted donations from the NRA and where they stand on the issue.

We can support local charities and outreach programs that are LGBTQA friendly, and especially those that are trans friendly. If you can't donate money, consider volunteering. If that's not possible, maybe the next you clean out your kids closet (or your own!) consider donating clothing, shoes, books, and toys that are in good condition (seriously y'all, I cannot emphasize this enough please make sure they're in good condition) or next time you do a grocery run pick up a few hygiene products (as someone who worked in a DV shelter I can tell you tampons, pads, diapers, and wipes are always needed and appreciated) and donate those.

We can be a safe space and support system for the people in our lives who are members of the LGBTQA community. We can listen, we can learn (and unlearn!), we can amplify (not speak over) the voices of those who might not otherwise be heard and we can give them our visible, tangible, consistent support.

Most importantly, we can strive to make sure that those who come after us do better. Whether it's our own child, or a younger sibling, or someone we're mentoring we have got to do everything we can to break the cycle of handing down hate to next generation.

We can let them know words have power and should be used for healing and not hurting.

We can teach them that doing things like calling someone by their preferred pronoun or respecting their gender identity isn't some imposition on religious freedom but is instead basic human decency.

We can emphasize the difference between tolerance and acceptance, steering them towards the latter.

We can instill in them the desire to empathize with and understand those who are different, rather than ostracize and fear them.

We can raise little boys who know it's okay to paint their nails or play with dolls, that pulling pigtails isn't "flirting but is actually disrespecting boundaries and not okay, and that they're allowed to express emotions other than anger without being ridiculed or called "soft".

We can raise little girls who know they have the only say in what happens to their body, that setting fire to themselves to keep another warm is never an option, who understand that choosing not to be a wife or mother is a valid choice worthy of respect, and who believe that they have the right to dream just as big, hustle just as hard, and be rewarded just as richly as their male counterparts.

Above all else, we can share with the children in our lives the understanding that love is love is love is love and there's nothing "sinful", or shameful or disgusting to be found in love.

XOXO,
Dylan

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If you're anything like me, you look at each new month as a fresh start. The calendar flips over and suddenly there's a sparkling new set of days just waiting to be filled with fabulosity. I greet each month full of promise and brimming with plans: I'll work out more, eat healthier, get on a better sleep schedule, write with purpose and precision, get organized and so on and so forth. When the first day of the new month hits I have all these great intentions and for the first few days I'm totally rocking the "new and improved" program but somehow by the time the middle of the month rolls around I'm out of steam, out of enthusiasm, and back to my old habits.

As much as it pains me to admit, there's no big mystery why I stall out around the midway point every month and don't make it to the finish line. It's simple: I put in a half ass effort so I get half ass results. Listen, I know that may sound harsh but it is what it is. Sure, there's my kids, family obligations, managing my mental health, and the ten million and two other things I have on my plate but the actual factual stone cold truth is that I rarely commit myself fully. I procrastinate and give myself permission to not accomplish my goal by having a handy dandy Rolodex of excuse reasons. I Plus, there's always next month, amirite?

Well, next month is here and I am keeping with my personal Year of Yes by taking on a 30 Day Challenge. I'm focusing on five aspects of my life and making a commitment to change two specific things in each area:

  • Personal:  My relationship w/myself and those around me
  • Professional: Dedicating myself to my craft and progressing with my writing
  • Physical: I've seriously slacked off on all things good for me 
  • Emotional: I can't have a healthy body with a sick soul 
  • Spiritual: Fostering a strong connection with the Creator and the universe
It may look like a daunting task but here's where self awareness kicks in. I'm making small changes  I can build on in the upcoming months to create large improvements. So what am I up to? I'm so glad you asked!
  • Personal: 1. "Tea time" with my daughters (they're 13 and 15) at least 3x a week. 2. Speak with my older brother (who lives out of state and I'm not close to) at least once weekly via phone or social media and try to repair that relationship.
  • Professional: 1. Participate in some of the writer chats on Twitter I follow but never speak up in.  2. Write at least one chapter a day and post accountability check on blog every Friday.
  • Physical: 1. Drink more water 2. Exercise at least 3x a week 3.(bonus goal) In bed no later than midnight. 
  • Emotional: 1. Stop skipping therapy appointments  2. Focus more on positive things.
  • Spiritual: 1. Meditate daily  2. Read something that inspires/uplifts me at least once a week
So there you have it guys. I will make these changes in my life this month and to keep myself honest, I'll post an accountability report every Friday to let you all know how I fared.  Now that you know what I'm doing for the next 30 days, what about you? Are there areas of your life where you need to make your own changes? Is there a specific goal you can spend the next 30 days working towards? Is there a healthy habit you want to spend the next 30 days working into your routine? Leave a comment letting me know about your 30 day challenge and let's do this together!

XOXO,
Dylan

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I had a rough week last week, y'all. Insecurity, anxiety, exhaustion and a cold, hard dose of parenting reality (my babies are growing up whether I'm ready or not!) had me on the ropes. In the past, I would have gone to bed. No, I"m not exaggerating. I would have put my rain sounds on, turned on some sad music, crawled into bed and made a blanket burrito until I spent enough days (yes, I mean days) hiding from the world and my feelings.

But this is supposed to be my Year of Yes and that means not doing the same old things, the same old way. Especially when those things don't serve me. It's one thing to take a step back and take the time to renew, refresh, and recenter. That's healthy. It's another thing entirely to retreat from the world, convinced you're trash and deserve all the bad things to happen to you and only you. My blanket burritos kept me safe from the outside world but at the cost of being present in my life and the lives of my children. 

So no blanket burritos this time. I took the bold (and terrifying) step of being open with the fact that I was struggling. I shared my insecurities with my friends and received an outpouring of support and encouragement. I talked to my therapist about how to be more proactive about rather than reactive to my anxiety. I realized part of my exhaustion was because in a bid to cut back on caffeine I switched from sodas and coffee (it's a work in progress lol) during the day to a "stress relief" herbal tea recommended by my mama. Turns out my mama's idea of "stress relief" is to take a nap b/c the tea she brought me was a bedtime tea containing valerian, lavender, and chamomile lol. I handled the inevitability of my empty nest with the utmost grace and dignity by cuddling the fuck out of my kids and making them look at their old baby pictures with me. 

Don't get me wrong it was still a rough week, but I managed it to the best of my ability and now, instead of dwelling on it as I would have in the past (from within the confines of my blanket burrito), I'm learning from the positives and letting the rest go. 

I'm also actively pursuing having a better week this week. Instead of just hoping for better days, I'm putting in place some fail safes like things to look forward to (such as evening walks with my daughters) mini goals I know I'll accomplish (like dropping off  the bag of clothes I've been meaning to donate to the DV shelter) and scheduled time to do something nice just for me (manicure Monday is a go!) so I can get some positive emotions and experiences throughout the week.

I'm also starting my day meditation and affirmation. My kids are out of school for the summer and the absence of the get ready for school rush means my mornings just got a lot less hectic. The slower (and later) start to the day means I can take some "me time" in the morning. Ten minutes of peace and quiet, a nice cup of coffee tea meditation and affirmation. It may not sound like much but I feel like it'll help me get my day off the on the right foot.

I know you can google "daily affirmations" and get back a bazillion results. I know this, because that's exactly what I did. Then I took those as inspirations and made my own. 

And now I'm inviting you guys to do the same. You don't have to make graphics like I did (even though they're super easy. I just went to Buffer.com and used their Pablo tool). You can write your affirmations on a Post-It, index card, or piece of notebook paper. They can follow a theme (such as self-love) or cover a variety of topics as long as they speak to your spirit. You can do your affirmations in the morning, or on your lunch break or even as part of nightly routine. All I want is for each and every one of you to take a moment out of your day to tell yourself something that makes you feel good, helps you grow, or furthers your purpose. 

Leave a comment letting me know what your personal affirmations are. I'd love to cheer you on and create a circle of support so we can get this week started right!

XOXO,
Dylan

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that Monday is the most loathed day of the week. Monday has the dubious distinction of being both the end of the weekend and the beginning of the work week. For me, Monday starts another week of getting up way too early and dragging my over caffeinated self through a day filled with work/school/parenting obligations until I mercifully fall into bed way too late and crash until it's time to wake up and do it all again on Tuesday.

So, yeah. Around these parts Monday mornings are about as welcome as a Black Lives Matter activist at a Trump rally. I start hating Monday and everything it stands for somewhere around Sunday afternoon and don't stop until Tuesday morning. I curse it in the winter. I damn it in the spring. I rebuke it in the summer and I scorn it in the fall. I don't care if it brings me naked Idris Elba, an endless supply of M·A·C Cosmetics, and the surprise release of a new Beyoncé album, Monday can't sit with me. I know that's petty but it is what it is. 

However, as I continue through my Year of Yes  the universe keeps bringing to my attention the habits, attitudes, and actions that put me in my own way. Ignorance may be bliss but knowledge is power, and once your spirit speaks you are unsettled until you stop, listen, and learn.  

The thing about my relationship with Monday is I've never tried changing it. Spending a portion of my Sunday dreading the next day and waking up feeling like "Here go hell come" is my normal. It's Monday, boo hiss *throws tomatoes*.  And while that's relatable response, it's not one that serves me. Hating Monday means wasting part of my weekend and starting my week off feeling negative and unhappy. The ugly truth is being petty about Monday's existence isn't hurting Monday, it's hurting me.

So what do I do about this recent revelation?  Awareness doesn't always equal action so I don't necessarily have to do anything. But I want to because Monday isn't going to stop coming and I'd rather learn to embrace it rather than simply endure it. 

I hear you guys asking me "How, Sway?" Look, I'm not Auntie Iyanla so I don't have all the answers but I do have a plan? Wanna hear it? Here is go:

  • Get Your Mind Right: If attitude is everything I need to change how I think about Monday. Rather than looking at is as an end to my weekend freedom and the beginning of a long week of stress, I'll view it as the harbinger of opportunity. If I didn't meet my goals last week, it's a clean slate and a do-over. If I had a great week, a new Monday is an opportunity to build on that and keep pushing forward. I need to change my associations and perceptions of Monday and what it means. This won't be without it's challenges, but I'm up for it.

  • Ease On Down The Road: I've always gone into Mondays head on, geared up and ready for war. Monday meant doing all the things, starting all the new projects, and being productive with a capitol "P". No more of that. I'm changing my approach. Monday is going to be the day that eases me into the rest of the week. The day I do "light" tasks. Revise my calendar and plan out my schedule. Make phone calls. Get things in order so the rest of the week flows. It'll be a lot easier to meet Monday with an action plan rather than a battle strategy.

  • Relax, Relate, Release: There's a reason you get breaks at work. Since I stopped working, I stopped breaking. To keep on task I made a schedule for my day.  I have scheduled everything from social media to housework to meals but didn't include any "catch my breath" moments in day. On Mondays, it's particularly rough going from "free" weekends to a rigid routine. So, I'm reworking my schedule and penciling in some moments for just stop and breath. Leave my desk, have a cappuccino on my deck (yeah, I gotta get out of this room during the day lol), breathe and be still. 

  • Get On The Good Foot: If there's one day I'm likely to skip my morning tea and meditation, it's Monday. It's also the day I'm most likely to skip my morning workout, skip eating an actual breakfast and just generally start my day off all wrong. No more. I will begin as I mean to go on, Tea time, me time, walk my miles, get my grub on and then face the day grounded and centered.

  • No More Rain In This Cloud: I'm not the only one who side eyes Monday like the Beyhive was looking at Jay-Z after drinking that Lemonade BUT instead of getting together to grump, I'm going to make an active effort to fill my Twitter TL and social media posts with more uplifting, affirming, feel good positivity. Especially on Mondays when we could all use it. 

  • Treat Yo' Self: I'm starting "Manicure Monday" so I have a reason to look forward to Mondays. Find a small thing (or a big thing if you so choose) that's self-indulgent, fun, or relaxing and do it on Mondays. If you associate good things with Monday, perhaps good things will come from Monday. 
I know none of that is earth shattering but I'm optimistic that a little bit of change will go a long way. So, dear readers, how is your relationship with Monday? Are you bff's or bitter enemies? If it needs a little work hopefully something I've said will inspire you to look at Monday in a new light and approach it a little differently. There are about 36 Mondays left in 2016 which means we have 36 opportunities to be great and get our weeks off to a good start. Let's do this!

XOXO,
Dylan

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I'm currently reading "Year of Yes" by Shonda Rhimes as part of a commitment to, quite literally, get my life.  The book is fabulous and I highly recommend it but this blog entry isn't me reviewing Shonda's book, it's me reviewing me.

I know I'm a month early for conversations about resolutions and lifestyle changes but hear me out. Every year on my birthday I take stock of the year I had.  I think about what brought me joy, what brought me pain, the lessons I learned and the ones I missed.  I look at the year that passed and the person I started the year as and who I ended up becoming in that time and figure out what I want to bring with me into the next year of my life and what I let go of and leave in the past.

I started doing this when I spent my 24th birthday pregnant and alone.  Let me clarify that before any of you make assumptions.  I have and have always had several football teams worth of family members within walking distance at any given moment.  My father had 14 brothers and sisters and my mother had 11.  I have enough cousins to populate a small country and I'm extremely close to quite a few of them.  My parents, for every rough patch we've ever had, will run to me faster than Flo Jo and Carl Lewis if I ever say "I need you."  I had friends—the ones you can depend on (to quote Houdini)—and "friends" that smiled in my face but all the time wanted to take my place (to quote the O'Jays).  I also had my oldest daughter with me and my little brother hadn't passed away yet and we were closer than two peas in a pod. So my being alone wasn't about literally having no one, it was about what I was feeling and going through at the time.

I was seven months pregnant, on the heels of a very nasty break up that left me with very little other than a broken heart, broken spirit, a beautiful daughter and another on the way. I wasn't working, I was living with my parents and I was deeply, deeply ashamed of who I'd become and how far I'd fallen.  In the middle of eating a red velvet cupcake and crying I promised myself that I'd be in a better place by my next birthday.  

And so began my personal year in review.  

Well, yesterday was my birthday.  As per tradition, I had a red velvet cupcake and took an honest look at my life.  It's a lot better than it was at 24 but there's still room for improvement.  One of those areas is my tendency to yes to everyone but myself.

My mom needs me to do something for her?  Absolutely, yes.
My daddy needs something?  It's done.
My children ask me if I can do, be, make, come to, ect?  Mama makes it happen.
My family needs (not wants lol) me to help? Tell me when and where.
My friends are going through it and need me?  I'm coming through w/the 'S' on my chest.

I want something? — Record scratch.

I can't really...
I'm not sure if...
I don't think...
I wish I could but...

Saying yes to myself is never my first response.  Which is surprising, given that I feel I've come a long way in the whole "respect your worth/recognize your value" journey.  At 37, (Lawdhammercy 40 is waiting on me at the door!) I can't imagine allowing myself to be brought to the low place I inhabited at 24.  You don't get to harm me and I remain silent.  You don't get to hurt me and I make excuses.  You don't get to dehumanize and devalue me and I accept it as "an issue" you're working on. You don't get to betray me, and I continue to set a place for you at my table.  I have learned a measure of self care, is what I'm saying.

But I realized yesterday that I need to take it further.  

In her book Shonda Rhimes talks about her sister planting the seed that started her on her journey by pointing out that Shonda "Never says yes to anything."  She had invites to go there, do this, speak here, and she turned them all down.  Now, she felt she had her reasons (she was introverted, she has social anxiety, she had children to raise and an empire to build) but what it came down to, the truth beneath the lies she told herself was that she was afraid.

And I get that, because so am I.  And over the years I'd told myself the same lies to justify why "no" was my default response when it came to my needs, wants, desires and opportunities.

Introvert? Check.
Anxiety? Check.
"Single Mom"? Check (Ya'll know why those quotes are there, right?)
"Too busy"? Check

It's not that those things weren't (and in some cases are still) true. It was that, at the core, those aren't the reasons I said (and continue to say) no when it comes to me.

The truth is I am afraid of failing.
I am afraid of being found lacking.
I am afraid of not being accepted.
I am afraid of not being good enough. 

These are not easy truths to tell myself, about myself. 

But they are my truths. And I have to embrace them and acknowledge them if I'm going to change them or at the very least, learn to walk in them comfortably.

And here's where all that ties into my writing. 

I've always wanted to be a writer. Not a singer, not a dancer, (except for that brief period where I wanted to be a ballerina which...whew. Not with my ability to trip over air lol)  not an actress, but a writer.  Over the years I've talked myself out of it a hundred times for a hundred different reasons but at the end of the day, the truth is I'm afraid. As long as I'm an "aspiring" author, I can't be a failed author.  As long as I'm forever working on this novel or outlining that story, I don't have to worry about rejection.  I can't be rejected by publishers if I never send them a manuscript.  I can't be told "you can't sit with us" by fellow authors if I never walk up to the table.  I can't disappoint and disgust readers if I never put any out any material. 

Sure, I'll never win the race if I don't come out of the starting blocks but I'll also never lose the race if I'm not a participant. 

The stone, cold truth is I've kept myself in limbo.  I start projects and don't finish them.  I rarely talk about my writing projects with anyone. I don't share my writing with anyone (I don't ask for help, I don't ask for feedback, I don't join writing groups) unless it's fanfic and even then I just post and slink quietly away (no promo, no asking for beta readers, just...yeah).  I do all the prep (research, plotting, outlining, character boards, character profiles, world building) start writing...and then abandon it.  

I never finish.

And I always have a "good" reason.

My muse left me.
I got this other great idea that I just HAVE to work on right now.
I'm going through _____ right now and writing isn't a priority.
I've lost my mojo for this story.

And on, and on and on the excuses go.

But the reality is, I am afraid of finishing.  I am afraid of putting myself out there. I am afraid of my dream going down in a hail of one star reviews from disgruntled readers and snickers and crickets from underwhelmed peers.  

If I say yes I can and yes I will...then I might fail.
Or disappoint someone.
Or embarrass myself.
Or get it wrong.
Or get it right and create expectation.
Or...
Or...
Or...

The possibilities are endless.  And I'm worse case scenario kind of girl (my anxiety and depression manifest in some serious catastrophic thinking, ya'll) so of course, it's always the least favorable outcome that I visualize coming true.

But, the thing is, I didn't say yes last year, not really.  Sure, I did some things, took some "serious" steps like setting up a social media presence and awkward turtling my way into some friendships with fellow writers.  I even swallowed my fear and panic and wrote a guest book review for a friend's blog.  I also let a few of my offline people (okay fine, three and one of them is my therapist) know that I'm writing again in a half ass effort at some accountability but I did everything but write consistently.  I did everything but finish.  

So, like Shonda, I'm spending the next year saying yes. 

Not to everything and everyone mind you, lol.  Just...I'm opening myself to opportunity.  I'm saying yes and allowing for the possibility of both failure and success.  

This time next year I will not be an "aspiring" author with books "coming soon."

This time next year I will be an author with a body of published work.

I am scared as hell...but I am still saying yes.





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Dylan is a pop culture geek with Southern roots and Northwest sensibilities. She explores issues such as positive representation for marginalized identities in romance novels, misogyny on soap operas, and mental health. Dylan owns the online boutique House of St. Jaymes and is currently working on several LGBTQIA+ romance novels, a collection of essays, and a series of short stories. When not writing, designing, or watching trashy reality tv, she is a work-from-home mother of two, loving daughter, and day 1 member of the Beyhive.


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