Fear

Fear once again has won. I’m not sure what it will take for me to finally get past it. I think of so many scenes – usually while driving. But do I put forth the effort to write down what I see and hear? So many times it’s daydreams, but it’s such good drama. That’s what makes it suck so. I need to. Really I have to I mean, get past it.

Harry Potter is brilliant. But I got so caught up in the reading that I became a recluse – refusing to take calls or follow through on important things (like paying bills or eating for instance or exercising). What would I do for free? Read children’s lit. I specify because I don’t always get as caught up in adult literature. But perhaps it varies by author. Who knows.

At any rate, I’m avoiding again. Having forgotten the scenes that were so strong earlier (pity), and refusing to look at this “wonderful” book that I bought (the stress-free guide to writing or something like that), I am stuck blogging. Again.

It is after 11:00 on a Saturday night. And really I need to be on a date.