Um...yeah

I keep wanting to tell a few of my friends that I have a blog, but then I get this whole panic thing when I think of people actually clicking on my blog and finding....

absolutely nothing new to read.

I remember several years ago when I read The Artist's Way. One of the caveats of the book was the necessity of writing, sort of a stream of conciousness thing. I found myself seriously resenting the "necessity" aspect of this process; it turned out that I needed to let go of expectations in order to proceed further in my artistic life, not add new ones. I dumped the journalling and found myself a voice teacher. Which reminds me: I should blog about that....later.

The pressure. I don't deal well with it. Ironically enough, it tends to make me procrastinate even more. This tendency has forced me to become remarkably adept at finishing projects and necessary tasks just before zero hour, but quite honestly, as I grow older, I find that my stamina has faded for such all-nighters.

pause

Okay, that wasn't so hard. Maybe just ranting from time to time about how much I hate writing will work.

Sure.