Well, not at the ACT of writing, but the act of ACTUALLY writing.
at telling you that I’m gonna write and create and make new things and I make these promises
to you and to myself
and I never keep them.
at finishing things I tell myself I’m gonna start. They’re not important things like eating breakfast or tying my shoe, but then again, they ARE important because I need to do these things in order to get the ideas I have in my head out of my head.
And these ideas are BIG, but I can’t pick just ONE because by the time it starts to formulate and I get the storyboard on my metaphorical chalk board, another one jumps from the continuum in my brain and says “WORK ON ME AND COME BACK TO THAT OTHER ONE LATER!”
But when is later? Tomorrow? Next week? Never? Maybe.
I’m like the dog in “Up.” Just when I’m about to start running with my creative idea, I