I feel stuck. Sort of paddling in place. Not moving forward.

My main focus for my memoir over the last two months has been marketing, developing a plan to get my name out, get part of my story out, before I strive to get the publishing wheels in motion. I am attempting to use my blog, Facebook, Instagram regularly to build an audience on social media. I am honing my messaging for my personal story, my elevator speech so to speak. I need to have a compelling couple of sentences come out of my mouth when asked, “What is your book about?”

However, I feel like I am treading water, moving slowly ahead, if at all. Moving slowly feels so good when I am doing Tai Chi, but not so good when I sit at my desk wondering how to connect with people who would love to hear and read my story.

This morning it hit me that I have been at distance from my actual book writing for a couple months. I am not writing pages every day, creating a narrative, a compelling story. Part of my feeling stuck in place is that I am disconnected from my own writing, pen to paper, moving keys on my laptop to construct lively dialogue. I miss it.

So, I will commit to writing here every day this week, writing regularly as I have for three years. Writing words will hopefully be my vehicle to get unstuck. I have no outline, no to-do list on how to move through this, but I do want a flow, like a calm stream of water, to move me forward.

If you have a story about what has worked for you or have ideas for me, or can help me build an audience, let me know. Write a comment, send me an email, call me. We all experience this and sometimes a nudge, a well-place word of encouragement can unleash momentum. Now, I think I will go breathe and do some Tai Chi to clear my head, so new thoughts can enter.