I finish one piece of writing, but the respite (a mix of relief and panic at there being nothing..) is short. Another one waits to be begun, or in this case, amended. I am assailed by the fear of it, of failing, of being rejected and of not getting it right. I know that all this fear stuff is of my doing and that it doesn’t have to be like this, but I know no other default position. Try. Try another….
