Friends, I wrote this last weekend... ya know on Friday or maybe Saturday, and then somehow it never got posted... Now wonder I'm failing at blogging. So it's a week later, but here it is. Me in all my five minutes of writing on the Five Minute Friday prompt: She
She wants to be a writer, but she's kinda lazy. Being a writer takes effort, work, commitment... and the ability to ignore some distractions.
But she... she is overly distracted, overly overwhelmed, overly tense and uptight. She wants to write, but she's afraid of what might actually come out. When she can't make sense of what's in her head, what will it look like on paper, in ink, or on the computer screen.
She's always been a bit of a pessimist... and that discourages her even more. She's not miserable, just not right.
So she attempts to write without worrying if it's just right and hoping that 5 minutes isn't enough time to do much damage.
She loves community, but it scares her to death. What if she is rejected? Why is everyone else having such a good time? SOmetimes she isn't even sure how to write, blog, tweet, connect...
She is me... and she might be you.