If I’d collected all the excuses I hear from not writing — from both myself, my writer-friends and my students — I’d have several novels worth by now. Not enough time/ as soon as I sit down, I’m overcome with a violent desire to scrub the windowsill/ I just don’t have any ideas/ My cat always knocks my pen out of my hand… Lurking between the words is mostly fear of your own personal I-Don’t-Know. Well, don’t let it get the better of you. Grab it by its pesky arms and squash it into the shape of something you do know: some ordinary thing languishing under your table (hello, cat) or a particular person or something I am quite incapable of thinking of because I am me and you are you.
I’m hoping this will be the first in a series of blogs engaging with the fears and questions I come across whilst teaching my workshops.