Finding the right person, that special someone, what can be considered as the search of a lifetime is an odd, entertaining, interesting one, to say the least. It seems that not a perfect moment is required but many. Coincidences chance happenings, individuals made for each other, everything falling chaotically, yet smoothly, into place. (At least that’s how it’s made out to be in the cliché case of romance.) Writing is very similar, in my opinion. You have your idea, this being the specimen in which you seek to woo. Then, like a hawk taking down its innocent and unsuspecting prey, doubt sets in. How does one approach this idea, or convey their feelings? How do you write it, where do you start? Starting a story or a relationship, it’s hitting your stride, finding the rhythm, the perspective everything associated with that idea. What it is, the personality of the piece. Is this why writing seems like such a daunting task to me? Why even now my heart seems to pound with fear at the mere thought? What changed why do I fear writing now? I sure as hell wish I knew.
