I just finished a draft of a chapter of the Do book and it is so funny to watch myself, working against myself.
First there is the terror of the blank page, the fear that I can’t find anything worth saying so I struggle hard to get going, to get something (anything!) down. My fears prove misguided and I quickly generate tons of stuff, most of which is crap. But not all of it. So then I have to struggle again to find and dig out the bits that aren’t crap.
It is peverse and maybe inevitable, but we do seem to spend an inoordinate amount of time struggling mostly against ourselves…..writing makes this particularly visible, but it seems more generally true as well. Why is that? (Hat tip to Gary for the image below).
