Stephen King, I Hate You

Something compelled me to take another look at Stephen King On Writing; in his book, if you don’t write 2,000 words a day you are not a writer.  Woe Is Me.

       The truth is that I find it incredibly difficult to sit down at the blank computer page and come up with thoughts worthy of writing down.  Certainly there are a dozen thoughts fighting for space in the blackness of my brain but something worthy to be read, not so much.  I’ve written about this anxiety before, anyone attempting to write has had these moments (if not, I hate you too).

       Another truth is that I don’t hate Stephen King, I admire him tremendously.  I admire his unique imagination and I admire is complete and utter dedication to his writing.  It is amazing.  But for me, well, I like my home and I like to eat.  I find that earning a living is still my priority, or should I say, security is still my priority.  I don’t have the leap of faith that would tell me, quit your job and dedicate yourself to writing.  Be it bad or good, this is what you should be doing with your life.

       Too much information?  I suppose it is, but as I said, I’m having some trouble coming up with ideas to write down so I am rambling a note to the universe and those who are reading this will have a little look at Angst with a capital A.