I just want to sit and write. I want to be left alone so I can sit and type and write and enjoy myself. I don’t want to be bothered with anything. I just want to sit and write my words. I want to write like the wind. I want magic to flow from my finger tips and everyone will love what I write.

And edit.

I want the words that flow from my fingers like magic on the wind to be readable by others so I just want to sit and write and then edit my words and make people happy with what I’ve written. I don’t want to be bothered by anything else. I just want to sit and write and edit.

And make book covers.

I want to words that flow from my fingers like magic on the wind to be readable by others and wrapped in a pretty wrapping to entice those readers to by my books. I want them to see the awesome cover and think to themselves, I must have that in my collection. I must know what magnificence is contained within these pages. This person must be a masterful writer. That’s all I want to do; sit, write, edit, make book covers.

And publish.

I want to words that flow from my fingers like magic on the wind to be readable by others and wrapped in a pretty wrapping to entice those readers to by my books and for them to be able to find the books that I write. If I don’t publish them, the magic that flows from my fingers will be lost to the the winds of time if I don’t publish them. How will new readers ever know I sat my magnificent self down if I don’t publish my works? I must send them out into the world to be enjoyed by everyone! So I just want to sit, write, edit, make book covers, and publish.

And Market.

I want to words that flow from my fingers like magic on the wind to be readable by others and wrapped in a pretty wrapping to entice those readers to by my books and for them to be able to find the books that I write and I want to tell the world about what I’ve done. What good is the magic that flows from my fingers if no one knows what I’ve done. It will be like sending chaff onto the wind. Unless I tell people I am spreading chaff unto the wind to spread its magic, no one will ever know. I cannot have my words lost like that. Therefore I will sit, write, edit, make book covers, publish, and market.

And Track.

Me: Wait, what? What’s all this? I just want to sit and write.

Inner Self: Jay, if you don’t track what you’re doing, how will you know if you’re successful.

Me: Doesn’t someone just ring a bell every time they buy a book or something like that?

Inner Self: If you don’t track your sales, you’ll never know if you’re being effective or not.

Me: I just want to write.

Inner Self: Fine, then just write, but you’ll never know what could have been.

FINE! I will sit, write, edit, make book covers, publish, market, and track my sales! I will do all of these things and report back to my readers to they can determine the level of my success! The magic that flows from my fingertips shall be enjoyed around the world by the masses. Fame and adulation will be mine! Because I chose to just sit and write (and all those other things).