Sometimes, like this morning, it utterly assails me. What am I frightened of, exactly? Writing? Yes. The words not coming? Yes. Being judged? Yes. Being found wanting? Yes. Feeling stupid? Most definitely. What to do? Face it. Face all of it. Bit by bit, word by word. And? The courage to continue (and even, maybe, possibly joy) will come. So go. Take yourself to the page and write. Simple.
