I remember that feeling of anxiety I felt
at twenty. Too many essays to write and too little time:
“I don’t know where to start”.
“Just start somewhere and get out of my
room” my housemate replied daily.
There are no deadlines anymore, which is problematic.
Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? Especially when you can temporarily
avoid the problem by making a lemon cake for Comic Relief. It’s not that I
don’t want to get on with it; it’s simply the size of my writing dreams and
fear of failure that’s the problem.
I long to write a play and a hilarious
sitcom, a children’s book and a novel. But which one to work on? I have two
half finished pieces on my screen right now.
Seventeen years later and I still just
need to start somewhere. Just as soon as I’ve entered this competition…
This is my entry to win an online writing bootcamp from Urban Writers' Retreat http://tinyurl.com/bootcomp
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