I’m suffering from all the writing clichés: fear, doubt, self-loathing, disorganization. Mostly though, it’s time - just not making the time. How can I rationalize writing a book when there are bills to pay? Writing drafts doesn’t pay money. It only increases one’s fear about not earning money on yet another self-driven project.
I’ve even spent months thinking that I need to by a Dragon or some other speak-to-type software because it’s not my writing that’s the issue, but my typing. I spend way more time clicking the mouse back within sentences, deleting and re-typing than I do typing forward. It’s like walking Nelson (one of the dogs in the book). We never get to where I think we should go because he doesn’t just stop at every potential sniffing spot and at every mark his nose seeks out as possible snackage, but he has a white fetish as well. Anything white, he has to get to it and check it out. He’s like OJ simpson at a TGI Friday’s happy hour. Maybe I’ll use that line in the book. Likely not. People would find some way to whine about it. And can I find a more hackneyed, out of date reference? I definitely need to learn more about current pop culture. Maybe I should hit Facebook for several hours or all day today. Might as well not even bother working on draft two today. Thanks, Tumblr.
RL
