So close I can taste it

It’s now only just over one hour away from N-day. I can feel panic rising in my throat and all the ideas which have, for the last week been humming busily in my head are at the moment making a speedy exit out of the nearest ear. It’s not that I am incapable of writing the volume of words needed to reach a daily target – I’ve just spent 15 minutes composing a 1,056 word e-mail to Jo, and during that time I also uploaded the contents of my digital camera onto the computer. It’s just that, whenever I start to write something that matters, be it a message in a greetings card, a personal statement in a CV or (not that I’ve done it before, but it’s a valid choice) a book, my language becomes so stilted and boring so as to be unreadable. Mind you, I’m not kidding myself that I write with the ease and fluency of Shakespeare when composing my e-mails or blog entries, just that these other items of composition are generally so much worse! So that’s really what I’m dreading. I have convinced myself that my book will not be fit even for my nearest and dearest to peruse.

Still, it’s still far too early to really be worrying about whether I’ll be ashamed of my book. I’ve got to achieve my daily word target for a couple of weeks first, then I can start worrying whether it’s actually readable.

Anyway, keep an eye on the widgetty thing in my tool bar, and I’ll do my best to find time to update it fairly regularly. Any wishes of good luck etc would be gratefully received at the usual address.