I spent so much time afraid that I would never get this chance. Now that its here, I keep finding myself paralyzed in fear of action. Don’t trust my pen to paper long enough to allow form to take root. Fear of the solid and the permanent. That what my hands make will not make my imagination proud.

You fool! The only real thing to lose is a mere idea of myself and a preconceived notion of creation. Its those ideas holding me back in the first place.

Maybe this requires an exorcism…