The one thing you have to write is the last thing you want to write.
I’d rather write a pantoum right now. I’d rather write the first chapter of a nonfiction book brewing in my brain. I would rather research tiny houses and cooking and the health benefits of papaya seeds than colonial lag and the development of American English.
I’d rather be writing those things than I would like to be writing this blog post.
I’m intimidated out of my skin by the subject material for the class this paper belongs to. I’m now a little intimidated by my blog after having my open letter from Sunday posted on Facebook 84 times–and now I feel like everyone is watching. I mean, that’s what I want for the blog–but it still feels intimidating.
Is it possible to be intimidated by the things you enjoy doing the most? Yes, I think it is.
Especially since right now, at this moment, I’d rather be doing a mountain of other things than writing that blame paper.