Am I the only one that has these little moments of pure fear when you haven’t been writing for a bit? The–oh, no, I won’t be able to do it this time. I’m used to this disturbing phenomena now, so I stomp the feeling down and plow ahead, but it is always there, and sometimes it lasts a day or so before it completely goes away and I feel comfortable again.
I am sure this little condition is what stops some people from writing all together. It’s a nasty little thing–if it had a body I’d imagine it to look somewhat like the gravelings from Dead Like Me. Which actually would be nice because then I could chase it around my house smacking at it with a broom or maybe sucking it up in my vacuum never to be released.
Anyway, today was my day to smack it down. I hadn’t totally not been writing. I had been revising another project, but that is different. This was my first day to completely start creating all new stuff–facing that darn blank page. It went smoothly. I easily hit my word goal for the day, but that feeling it’s still lurking, waiting to attack again tomorrow…
