Some writers love writing. Each morning is a positive hand-clapping, chest-soaring pleasure, their imagination a veritable magic box just waiting to be flung open - let's see what's inside! I hate those people.Don't you just hate how someone can write about hating writing - so eloquently!
I know what's inside my head. A few sordid but common-place misdeeds. Fear of change. Random bits of general and 'personal' information. I make things up, cobbled from stuff I notice in the vicinity and things I've stolen from others. I don't have writer's block. I'm just lazy and cowardly.
The truth for me is, writing is full of fear, fear of failure and fear of the unknown and fear that maybe, the world is crazy and senseless. But if you held a gun to my head, how my fingers would fly over the keys, tipppetty tappetty wooh!
Friday, June 16, 2006
This confession on Francesca Beard's blog made me smile: