I hate beginnings.

Oh, sure, it’s exciting. New project! Blank page! Limitless, unending, infinite possibilities!

The problem, I think, is that I end up with performance anxiety. Or maybe it’s choice-shock. When there’s so many different ways to go, I end up waffling, unable to commit to any one… sort of like how, given time off and no responsibilities, I will inevitably end up on the couch surfing the internet rather than doing anything even slightly productive.

What can I say? I’m a bum.

This is going to be my writing journal… I think. This will make it a contrast from my “real journal”, my blog, which up to now has been serving double duty… although, neither of those were particularly harsh duties, seeing as how I haven’t been doing a lot of writing lately, either fiction or blogging.

I can’t guarantee I’ll keep up with this one, either. For one thing, the need to do my own HTML formatting is starting to chafe my willy, for another… well, see above re: being a bum. ((03.01 EDIT: Oooh, auto-line breaks!))

But because I get the feeling that, if I don’t do something with this template that she made for me, the Rebecca will hunt me down and consume my internal organs, possibly with bruschetta, here we go again.

Muse, hear my prayer…