So much for good intentions. The whole idea was to not second guess or torture myself over these posts.
What started out as a resolve to not write day to day rubbish for lack of anything better to say, transmogrified (when I wasn’t looking, of course) into a paralysed feeling of “well, then what is worthy?”
Quick answer: nothing, really. Not if one is waiting for an idea of novella level of significance anyway. Which is when the realisation sank in.
If I had that many GREAT ideas daily, I would be a novella-writer. Not a blogrunner.
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the point is to write. not think and write. or even conetmplate a lot and write. just write.
ReplyDeletewell said d. now if only we all could go by that
ReplyDeleteno, really. write, nina. its good. for everyone concened (or unconcerned, for that matter)
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