Part I of VI:
I realize that I am in a kind of war
with the worst parts of myself every
time I sit down to write.
Concentration vs. resistance.
An idea, a creative urge, and then a
reactive force that second guesses it.
What words are worthy to exist?
The problem isn't a search for ideas.
It is the struggle, the discipline,
to make myself do it.
I force myself to write it before
I second guess, censor, or edit it
out of existence even before it gets
to the page. I just start.
I decide that I can cut it and edit
it afterwards if I feel the urge to.
Second guess myself after
instead of before.
Read part II.