It's here. Today is the day. Sometime during the next six hours, I'll start my new story.
And yes, I'm terrified.
I keep telling myself all those things I covered in Friday's article. But it's just theory. Just theory! My psyche won't believe any of it. Or rather, Resistance wants me to believe that none of it will work. Like, I know it'll work, but I'm David and Resistance is Goliath and I've lost my slighshot.
I talked about this to the smartest person I know - my better half - and he suggested I drink alcohol to overcome the fear. And while the writer with the drinking problem is such a cliche, there's a reason why it's such a cliche: because often enough, it works.
Apparently, alcohol is always a good idea when you're trying to do something productive, and always a bad idea when you're just bored.
I'm not much of a drinker, but I might give this a shot. Pun intended.