I am a sporadic writer, its a very enjoyable burden that I have kept through the years, however, this has left me with thousands of pages, hand written or typed, of dozens of stories that have never seen a middle or an end...sometimes not even a beginning. Quite some time ago I had been bent on solving this problem with taking a creative writing class that ended up making me feel a bit alienated as a writer, or rather as obviously Not a writer. I don't read enough, I don't write non-fiction, I don't marvel over words that are auditory candy. All this and a little bit more, has turned me into the monstrosity I am today.
So, I have decided to try fighting this battle of creative blockades with its cavalry of procrastination by doing the one thing I feared the most, exposing my coveted stories to anyone, everyone, even you. I think that I have spent years leaving potentially amazing stories broken and forgotten, disappointing only myself. Now, I can disappoint everyone!
And that, I feel, is the true form of inspiration... Fear.