Well, I’m loading up with insecurities and doubts as the publishing date for Some Kind of Superstar, Series One, creeps closer but this is normal and something I’ve learnt to ignore. I think there’s definitely some latent propensity to self-sabotage behind it. I really think Some Kind of Superstar has the potential to add something to the lives of some people, as it has mine, and that’s enough motivation for me to push forward, to publish the books I’ve been writing over the past twenty-five years.
Put them out there man! Let the silence, or the ridicule, or the celebration come! Who gives a toss?
Last night, before I fell asleep I had a very clear image of a large metal beam striking down on my left thigh. I have no idea what it means or if it’s even related.