Yep. Swimming pools. Movie stars. Just like the Clampetts.
Except I'll be working the entire time, attending a two-day business intensive that is part of the Suzanne Evans 10K Coaching Club. Together with 98 other women, I'll be designing a plan for the next stage of my business.
Frankly, I'm terrified. And excited, too.
Some days I just want to be a writer. I am a writer, it is the basis of all that I do, every single thing. But sometimes I want to go back to the days when that was all you had to do. Before you needed to do nearly all the marketing for your career yourself. Before social media and coaching and blogs and websites.
Some days all I want to do is write novels.
And instead, I'm designing classes and products and writing newsletters and blog posts. I'm coaching clients and critiquing student work and attending networking groups.
Truth be told, I love everything that I do. I love all the extra stuff almost as much as I love writing, and I know that if I decided some day to stop it all and just write, I'd miss it. (And of course, that day will never come, because the world has changed now.)
But still, some days I just want to write. And that is good. Because it is what drives everything.
A couple notes:
Patrick Ross has requested that I write a post on ghostwriting. Meant to get to it today, but I ran out of time to do it justice, so expect this brilliant expose next week.