I’ve got the beginnings of a novel forming in my head right now. It’s got a theme, some symbolism, a few main characters and a rambling diatribe about cell phone reception. Overall, I really like it. I think it could be an “Outer Limits” episode.

Problem is, I haven’t written it yet. Not even an outline or some notes. I’m afraid to succeed. Or fail. Or get off my ass.

I don’t want to actually have to try this out, for fear that it might be really good. At least in my head I can keep fucking up without any consequences.

I think I may write something down today. Baby steps, but it’s something.

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