Well, I get a good idea.
I start to write about it and then my inner critic goes to work on me, blasting me with … “It lacks transitions” or “What’s the point you’re trying to make here, Gerry?” or “Who cares about that anyway?
I start to edit. I know, I shouldn’t edit until I am finished, but i can’t seem to help myself.
I lose emotional connection to the content and know it to be from my head not my heart…so I save it, meaning to come back to it.
I go back to making posters for Facebook.
I don’t know when or why I started to doubt myself as a writer but I hope to be done with it soon. I used to write to know what I thought…then I started writing hoping my experience would help others and I think that’s how I got stuck. So…this post is just a bit of me being me and I launch it without attachment.