And by the way, everything in life is writable if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
~Sylvia Plath
As I sit, staring at the screen, feelings of inadequacy creep into my brain.
I think I have spent too much time reading what other people write. Not that reading is bad. But the comparisons that stiffen my fingers make it hard to write.
I have a new "writing assignment." I can't really tell you how excited I am. In fact, I have been working on the first essay for almost a month now. I have researched, pondered, and talked, trying to determine what is that I really want to say. All week I have had it as my number one thing to get done. And yet, here I am, already to Thursday and still not finished. And it is mostly my fault.
Too much dawdling, too much self-doubt, with a dash of laziness.
Writing is funny that way, as is most creative outlets. Well, at least for me. Sometimes, the words flow effortlessly. The emotions are easily expressed. Sometimes, I have so much to write, I can't get it out fast enough.
And then there are other times, the times that happen to hang around most, when I know there is something I want to say but how to say it is another issue. I read other peoples works for inspiration but suffer from self-doubt as I compare myself and my abilities to that of others.
And then I hide. I hide behind movies and books and blogs. I hide behind cleaning the house and list making.
And I get nowhere.
So that is why I haven't written anything here. But I will. Just be patient.