It haunts me. And it is the same whenever I am to begin writing something new, something that is yet inchoate. And now that fear is increased by the spectre of a new, additional supervisor. He looms over me as I try to begin. I must get over this. Push all of it aside and just begin, write what is mine, what is in me, find my voice and all those other platinudinous things…blah, blah. Just write, Ellen. That’s all, Just write.
