I sat on a 98% finished play for eight months

I SAT ON A 98% FINISHED PLAY FOR EIGHT MONTHS.

I wrote it like a storm, wildly and joyfully, and I got it to the point where there were maybe 2-4 hours of work left on it, tops. It was the best thing I’d written and I couldn’t wait to share it with the world and I just...stopped.

For nearly a year.

Why?

Because I had the thought “then I’ll have to figure out what to do next.”

This one thought kept me from sharing my words with the world.

Not some deep-seated self-sabotage or sense of inferiority or paralyzing perfectionism (though I’ve certainly had my share of those to work through).

Just an unexamined, innocuous-sounding thought that made me feel anxious and kept me from writing.

The impact of which was:

Eight months of not inviting three powerhouse women to inhabit morally complex, flawed as fuck, fully human characters, one of whom is a LITERAL QUEEN and another of whom is a weird as hell prophet.

Eight months of not continuing what I now know to be a TRILOGY of flawed as fuck, human characters.

Eight months of binging Netflix and scrolling social media instead.

One sentence.

Ten words.

Put my creative life on hold for EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS.

And once I uncovered these words?

I redirected my brain to “sharing this story is worth more than my fear“ and finished the play in ONE EVENING.

Change doesn’t always take time.

Sometimes it just takes a little openness and the right question.

What if you were a SINGLE THOUGHT away from finishing that half-written novel, composing that album, launching that business, producing the hell out of that short film that’s been itching away at you for years?

Book a consult if you’ve been sitting on a project, idea, or dream. I’ll help you pinpoint the thought that’s keeping you stuck.