I’m in that awkward position again… The one where I find myself dodging my blog because I’m too much of a perfectionist to just sit down and type just any old thing. Instead, I wait for the perfect conditions; the perfect subject; the perfect words; inspiration; motivation; perfect moment in time… You name it… body temperature, mind space, bit of wisdom, poetic stance; I could go on…
Suffice to say then, if I only put a tenth of the energy I spend fretting into actually writing, this would easily be material for about four books!
And so I come at it head on. Ignoring the pull of perfectionism. Here are my plain words. I’ll write something more substantial soon…
Watch this space.
