I enjoy a good pity-party as much as the next guy, but some days merely feeling sorry for myself simply don’t cut it.  On those days I decide to step it up and start questioning my entire existence.

Today was one of those days.  It started out quite well – hot filter coffee while watching the sun rise over the ocean (feeling jealous yet?) and I was all set to plant myself behind the computer and break that writing block that had been vexing me lately.

As they tend to do, some distractions got in the way, but I dealt with them and watched a movie.  Then I finally warmed up the laptop (some days it’s like an old diesel engine – have to let it idle a bit before I can start working) and started to write…or tried to. Continue reading “On self-doubt” →