Thoreau said that "the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation" in his homage to simplification, Walden. I fear that we are too much with Thoreau in this; at least I was. The demons and gremlins are easy to live with...heck, sometimes they're comforting. If I can blame something for my lack of effort, I don't have to change. Interesting.
When it comes to writing, I fear that my life of quiet desperation hinged a lot on fear: fear of rejection, fear of success, fear of really going out and getting something you want...I don't know. I made a decision (it's this type of confessional crap that turns me off to blogging, but I feel it tonight, so on we go), and that decision is to not let the demons get the better of me. I will put the work away, let the web sites sit for awhile, and I'll devote myself to what makes me me. I know that the soul searching can be scary. But that's what I do. Let it flow, baby.
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