I opened Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art over the weekend and couldn't put it down.
It struck a raw nerve and helped me to call attention to a serious threat. I was actively trying to sabotage my great leap forward. Attempting to roll back all the progress I’ve made in the past few years.
All because I'm terrified to finish my book.
We all know when there’s a fox (or three) in our henhouse.
When will you have the courage to chase yours back into the woods?