The Bloody Doors Off

The one thing worse than staring at a blank page.

Is being mesmerized by a blank screen.

I remind myself not to feel bad for not generating content consistently. That I went years without writing a word.

Granted, I had improv as my creative outlet then.

And my standards for my written words are pretty fuckin’ high.

Half the shit I post in my blog would never see the light of day if I attached a project to it.

I’m a perfectionist.

So when there’s interest in something I’ve written. It can go one of two ways

1. Self-deprecation; or

2. My already insufferable ego inflates to the size of a house.

Honestly, though. It’s always number one.

My ego has trust issues.