I haven't wanted to write for a long time now. This blog doesn't count - hilariously entertaining as it is, it's just skimmings off the surface.
About two weeks ago, I thought I was teetering on the brink of something quite special. My tiny, atrophied imagination had been stimulated by a gift from Sarah, and I felt the adrenaline rush of *actually* thinking I could write something. So I did.
Two paragraphs.
Aaargh! Sarah was very understanding and patiently listened to my whining, and told me not to worry if the first draft wasn't perfect. I know this - I'm an editor, for heaven's sake - but ever since I have had something more than writer's block. Something like a fear that I'll discover once and for all that I *can't* write, which would cripple me.
Or maybe I should see it as a failed relationship? Mourn it, then move onto something more compatible and rewarding. I am thinking maybe underwear modelling? Professional ice hockey? Construction work? International espionage?
Posted by biondino at April 20, 2003 01:19 PM