A friend once told me that having Writer’s Block is a little like having bad gas. It’s uncomfortable, it hurts, and no one wants to have it. And much like having a case of really bad gas, a case of Writer’s Block can ruin a relationship. In my case it’s the relationship between me and my Editor. If I were her, I would be hurling books at me left and right yelling and screaming “YOU HAVE A DEADLINE! GET WITH IT!”. But thank God she’s not me, and does not believe in hurling books at harmless wannabe writers like myself.
The problem with me is that I have this crazy obsession for everything to be absolutely perfect before I share it with the world. I am actually cringing right now as I write this because I did not “plan” to share my incompetence with the world. But I told myself a long time ago that no matter what I did in life that I would always keep it Real, and that I would never take myself too seriously. So I continue to laugh to keep from crying. I guess if I really am going to do this ‘Writing thing’, I have to grow some thick skin and learn to roll with the punches. So for those of you reading this, get ready for many more nights of gas and Chardonnay. Here I am…gas and all.