Well
I still havent written that book. I started that godamned thing what, 3 months ago? And so far I've only got maybe a fifth of it, more reasonably a sixth, done. With every progressive second that I'm not writing it, I get more and more filled with a persistent and tough sense of dread t.hat just loves nothing more than to kick the ever loving shit right out of my ideas and thoughts. I think I should write it bust mostly I get he thought asking "who the hell do you think you are?" It questions why I think my writing's good enough to be displayed, or why I think I can write. Self-doubt is a severe pain in the ass. But without it, I'm pretty sure I'd be an asshole. Conundrums, the other pain in the ass
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