It's been a gajillion years since I sat down to write, although I write every day from morning to night. Blank documents scare me, they distort my pen and force me to yield to best practices; often set by tired, underpaid writers elsewhere who are only writing to make rent.
I fear so much. It is a sign of growing up, to learn to fear the right things. Some days still, I wake up fearless, and I take a leap of faith into the great unknown, driven by the rush of the fall and the calming knowledge that it can't possibly get any worse than this. Then it does. I laugh, and I am grateful that I still can.
In the same week, my career peaked and unceremoniously spiraled to a mute end. Unlike the last time, I am at peace. I have come here of my own accord, and I hope that I can still think of something, even though I can't get myself to write.
Peace up, A-town.
I fear so much. It is a sign of growing up, to learn to fear the right things. Some days still, I wake up fearless, and I take a leap of faith into the great unknown, driven by the rush of the fall and the calming knowledge that it can't possibly get any worse than this. Then it does. I laugh, and I am grateful that I still can.
In the same week, my career peaked and unceremoniously spiraled to a mute end. Unlike the last time, I am at peace. I have come here of my own accord, and I hope that I can still think of something, even though I can't get myself to write.
Peace up, A-town.
