Well, not literally, but yesterday, midway through writing, I just got stuck. Suddenly, I was second guessing every word I wrote. It was like I was unable to make a decision about anything without first second guessing it, then changing my mind and writing something else. After a while, I got to where I wouldn't like that word or sentence either until I didn't even like the direction the story was going.
I stuck it out and put in the 1,000 words for the day quota that I have set for myself (a thousand words of shit but a thousand words nonetheless). Still uncertain about what I had written, I saved it and waited on the next day to come.
It came, and oddly enough, I carried this indecision into the workplace. Hell, I'm still doing it now!
It's really pissing me off. Grow some balls. Get some confidence. How bad can it be?
I can't imagine what I could be afraid of. Failure?
Yeah that's probably it. Even now these one line paragraphs are killing me.
But seriously, am I that afraid of failure that I would let it stop me from succeeding?
In the words of many great Oklahomans who dare not swear but would rather keep their souls clean by only hinting at it, "F that."
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