Gah. I suck at it.
Like, right now I just texted my son and called him "honey," because I always use charming little endearments with my sons. But somehow it came out "honeypot," and I didn't correct it before it went out over the airwaves. Or wherever it is that texts go.
And somehow while calling a son "honey" seems ok, calling one a "honeypot" just seems weird.
Why am I texting at all, you ask?
To avoid writing.
I always feel this overwhelming--even crushing--anxiety when I sit down to write. One I get started I am OK. Sometimes. But this anxiety thing is bad right now. It makes me wonder if there are any writers out there who just enjoy the whole act of writing. I think my friend Mette Harrison does. I'm sure there are others.
I just wish this was easier somehow.