Tapping away doubts about writing
a.k.a. one way to spend two hours on an airplane
Is it possible that someone who has a real (not imagined) talent for writing could lose it over the course of a few inactive years? Does natural ability fester, rot, and decompose beyond the point of resuscitation?
I should write every day. I should also eat healthier and work out; lose this weight that makes me slower than I could be. Although I realize that there are limitations to what I could do even if I was a slim as Sean Yates, I know I could be faster, I could be healthier; Just as sure as I could call myself a writer today if I had just eaten writing properly over the same years that I left it unfed and unwatered, conscious that I risked killing whatever gift I started with..
So is that it? Is that the conversation that goes on in a person’s head a thousand times a day that stops them from really doing the little things that could lead to the future they would have for themselves if you could predetermine such a thing?