I hate writing. It terrifies me more than any other form of expression. It terrifies me way more than public speaking. I’ve spoken in front of hundreds of people, once with less than an hour’s notice. That was no where near as scary as when I’m confronted with a blank piece of paper. I presume it’s something to do with the finality of a talk: Once it’s done, whether good or bad, there’s nothing I can do to change it. I can go back to living the rest of my life. With writing, however, there’s ...

I hate writing. It terrifies me more than any other form of expression. It terrifies me way more than public speaking. I’ve spoken in front of hundreds of people, once with less than an hour’s notice. That was no where near as scary as when I’m confronted with a blank piece of paper. I presume it’s something to do with the finality of a talk: Once it’s done, whether good or bad, there’s nothing I can do to change it. I can go back to living the rest of my life. With writing, however, there’s ...