T&A

Yes, it’s my day’s T&A moment. I’m at the coffee shop. Have my QSM (quad shot mocha for the novices). The computer is back, up and running. Time to write like crazy.

But T&A haunt me. Trepidation that I won’t be able to pick up and write either NIP (novel in progress, for the uninitiated – I was a military zombie in a previous thread of this life, and we like acronyms). I’ve been away from them for almost three weeks. Anxiety that writer’s block will strike, that my writing spirit has been consumed by zombie lethargy, is riding me hard. (See, that’s the T&A for those who like more directness – Trepidation & Anxiety.)

So I’m sortofkindaalittlebit putting it off. Sipping mocha. Observing the coffee shop’s fauna and flora. Eavesdropping on loud talkers. Admiring the mountains out the windows. Waiting for magic to scar my forehead and power me into action.

But after a time of it, of walking the forest of what could go wrong, what will go wrong, of facing a fear that opening my writing will reveal a hack — you know, standard writer angst — I take a deep breath and move the mouse.

No matter what’s in there or what happens, there must be a beginning.

Time to begin.