... but I rarely write. I type inane blogs and I make posts on this website and other things of that nature, but I rarely, rarely sit down and craft any fiction, or anything substantive. I write essays for class, but the effort that goes into those, too, is minimal.
Why am I so afraid to write? I would like to trace it back to an awful experience I had in my fiction workshop class last year, but I know the criticism there doesn’t bother me. Maybe - and I think this is a bit closer to the mark - maybe I don’t feel I’m well equipped. I am an amazing observer: I can sit and watch people, I collect facts, I read quickly and widely and in depth, I engage random people in conversation just to hear them think, and I sit alone sometimes and digest all of this. I love watching the world turn, and I think maybe I don’t feel as if I’ve conglomerated enough to write knowledgably.
I need to make myself sit down and write, or I’ll never do it.
