You know what’s hard about writing? That there are no boundaries. If you’re going to write, it can and may be about anything. Anything you can think of or have thought of before. Absolute freedom. And that is frightening.

If it can be about anything, about what will it be? What do I choose? And why? And why that and not something else? What makes that I have to  address this now and not that? After all, it can be about anything. I choose. I choose who plays a part, what they are like, what they do. I choose where it all happens, how long it will take, how much will happen.

And then another fear factor presents itself: time. If I write about this now and not about that, then maybe I am wasting valuable time, the time I was given to apply myself not to this, but to that! I am dishonoring the universal, the divine planning that handed me that time slot, yes, set it apart for me, to write about that and not about this!

That’s going to cost me, must be.

And then it hits you. That it really doesn’t matter what you write. That all of your questions don’t have answers, won’t have answers. And that with that it is unimportant. It doesn’t matter what you write about. You just have to write.