It’s so cold these days that I’m dreaming of summer.
It’s not even winter yet and I find myself so lazy to run outside in the cold.
When people ask me what I’m doing nowadays, I feel uneasy and I still find it quite difficult to say that I write books.
I’ve been away from my blog for some time. And before deciding getting back at it, I could hear once again this little voice in my head asking, “Are you sure writing is for you?”
After reading a list of [mostly wrong] predictions I wrote back in 2017, I asked Davidson what was his vision for the years to come. Instead of giving me a list of things he’d like to happen, he just said that whatever happens he wants to have freedom of time and location.
Although I don’t have all the answers (yet), I believe everything will fall into place with time.
In 2017, I had written that 2018 would be the year for me to publish lots of books. But the reality is different: I worked on 2 new projects and in the end I gave up.
When I used to work at my corporate job I had two main spreadsheets:
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.Mark Twain
I asked Davidson (actually I was more asking myself) if I should try to write informative books or if I should just stick to my style. Because the 2 books I started this year, they’re definitely informative. And while I was in this train of thoughts, it made me think if I really wanted to write those books or if it’s just to say: “Here! I wrote books that are not diaries.”