sometimes

Sometimes the idea of writing makes me panic. Like, I have a visceral reaction and my heart rate goes up when I think about facing whatever my current project is. I’m afraid of ruining what isn’t there yet by getting my grubby writer hands on it. I’m afraid of not being good enough.

Sometimes opening up the word document is like ripping off a band-aid, something I just have to face and get over with. Here I go.

Maybe.

 

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