I was daydreaming the other day about being a great writer. Not very often am I in the zone where everything that comes out is gold. I think I censor myself too much. I don't just spout off whatever's on my mind.
But I type it out. Spell-check. Delete the whole thing. Think about it again. Type a bit more. Ahh! Delete! Go to my thesaurus and change a few words. Analyze my worldview. Analyze my audience. Am I being spirit-led here, or am I venting crap? Forget it - if it's not pure heart, I don't want to do it. Should it come easier?
So this is what it's like to have a writer's block...my whole life.
Exciting news: My PowerBook got here this weekend!