I am appalled by the mediocrity of my current production. Not only the content but the style is bad is becoming terribly winded.
The worst thing is that it does not discourage me. It just makes me want to do nothing.
So I do nothing.
Yesterday I had the idea of a novel scenario that seems really good. I noted in my Moleskine. There's going to keep warm, until I take me by the hand and I dare throw.
The pangs of criticism. That's my block. This irrational feeling that we will laugh at me.
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