I have half a dozen drafts sitting on my computer, taunting me to finish them. I start and I stop. I convince myself that it isn’t worthy and I start another draft. I have ideas, they swirl in my head while in the shower, driving in the car, I could be the author of 2 liners for that is as far as I get. They are brilliant in my head, I scribble them on scraps of paper however expressing beyond the point has become an issue.
Is it fear driven, is it a metaphor for my life or is it simply writers block?
Arghh…..
WTF Fifty? 