So I’ve got a couple of projects that I’m working on at the moment. Both writing. One of the two features that I’m working on has me a little stumped. I’m blocked, but not creatively. I’m blocked by fear. Fear that what I write will be total rubbish. Fear that I wont do this lovely lady justice when writing her story. If you’ve ever tried to write, well write anything, I’m sure you can sympathise. The little bastard devil on my shoulder is telling me I’m not good enough, you can’t do it. You should go clean the kitchen, do some washing, pick up some toys … insert procrastination of your choice here.
I know I can do stuff when I can quieten the voice long enough to keep moving, or get started. Time to fight back. As Nike says, just do it and I do like to follow sports brands advice.
So here goes, I’ll just nick off, get out my trusty notepad and 4 pen for a bit and ‘just do it’.
… But for now the baby’s awake. I’ll get to it later …