Nothing like starting a blog to suddenly bring on a bout of writer's block! I keep having ideas, get a few words into the first sentence and then crumple up the page (metaphorically speaking anyway... though I'm frustrated, I'm not yet ready to crumple up the laptop) and toss it into the metaphorical trash bin. There's almost too many ideas in my head right now and I can't seem to concentrate on just one - enough, at least, to write down something meaningful about it.
One of the things that stops me is the fact that writing turns out to be so damn personal - I'm reasonably new at this writing thing and was surprised as all heck at how much of one's self is often revealed in the words. I'm very comfortable hiding behind my clown thank you very much. So why am I still writing (and revealing)? I guess it's my newest challenge. That and staying put. Tricky tasks indeed!
Seriously? Writing (and sharing those written words) makes me wanna throw up. I'd rather travel to some far off land and sing in front of an audience of a thousand strangers any day. Oh well...at least I seem to have conquered this particular episode of writer's block. :o)
