Our new status as foster parents has given me yet another reason to delay becoming a writer. Not that I was necessarily really moving forward with it in the first place. It drives me crazy that I have this thing I want to do and cannot generate the motivation to do it. I know what the problem is. I’m afraid of failure. I don’t like to fail. I don’t like to want something and be unable to get it. And if I’m going to write, then I want to be the best writer ever (well, I suppose I’d have plenty of competition for that, but you get the idea).
Anyhow, I am going to try to get back on it. I did abandon NaNoWriMo, but the story was going to be very awkward to write anyhow.
I’m going to try to do my Question of the Day again. Any writing is good writing, right?