doubt has never looked so sweet. so innocent. so rendering of something beautiful, rather than something scary.
i have lots and lots of stories, ideas, thoughts
half written, sorta begun,
pretty much thought through,
and they all sit, waiting in draft, wondering where i am.
i lament this 'wasted' time and wonder what's holding me back.
i read other people's nuggets of knowledge, funny stories,
or wondrous adventures
and think how inspiring it is to read.
i then feel inspired to write, so where does it go?
i don't know what it is but every time i sit down to write, i let something distract me,
take me away, lead me astray.
it could be a good book, a phone call that has to be made,
a letter that has to be written.
tonight, it's the continuation of Twin Peaks.
RK and i have rented the entire first season.
i do plan to overcome this doubt
get back to blogging as usual and
stop worrying about it already.