Predictability
So I go and see a film of a book of a blog of a book, about women finding their loves of words and men and food… a brilliantly written screenplay to boot… and come home inspired to write.
“I am a writer” says Amy Adams/Julie at the end of the film.
I feel like I’ve wasted this year, in terms of writing. Yes I’ve done bits – a few things for magazines and studies, but I’ve lost the art of just putting my thoughts into words. And, when I go back and read old blogs – as I did when I opened the laptop this evening – I realise that I CAN be good at it.
I am a writer.
I need to throw off the fear. Throw off the procrastination. Throw of the inertial caused by the many and heavy stresses life seems to throw me, and write.
You are, indeed, a writer.
yes, yes you do.
Oh yes please…because then, you see, we can read
yes please write i have missed you bloggyness.
bek yip
Yes please. Missed you.
I’ve been stopping by faithfully this whole time, and it has finally paid off! Glad to hear your voice again. And…will there be dancing at your wedding????
Thanks all! And, Lisa, there is DEFINITELY dancing!
i dance like chandler bing! there i said it – and i’m going to a wedding tomorrow!
you do write well, very well…. let’s have some jude soundbites for the soul…..
Where the hell is your new blog? I found it once and can’t locate it now!