There is something about sitting down with a fresh new idea that has been bubbling up to the surface waiting to be hashed out that is liberating and freeing and quite frankly…just plain awesome. You know what I am talking about…that feeling you get when you can make something be anything that you want it to be? How cool is it, that you can take a teeny little idea and make it into a huge world that works exactly the way that you want it to? Is there anything better than that? I’m not sure that there is. However I’ve run into a bit of a dilemma. I haven’t recently realized that there is a little possibility that I might be an itty bitty bit of a control freak. Really! Who knew? I start panicking when the story starts taking over…you know sweaty palms, constant editing and re-editing every little word that makes it onto the page due to my irrational fear that somebody someday (probably my mom and maybe even my husband) might actually read it? What will they think? I start obsessively asking myself…is this part too unbelievable, or is that part just flat out boring? This leads me in to my new realization… I think I have writers anxiety. Seriously! I do… if there is such a thing. How can I have something that may not exist you might ask? Well, I don’t really know actually, but i’m 99.9% certain that I do. Is it curable? Let’s hope so. I am going to do something I haven’t done for a long time, I employ the rules of writing I did when I was a kid…I am going to write for myself, what I want to see on the paper! What a novle idea.
Sometimes kids just know best.