I have the itch to be elsewhere, in a story, and deep down I know it is to be in a story of my own creation, rather than that of another. I have been reading to quell the pang, but I know it has only been putting off what I really need to be doing: writing a story.
I’m scared, that it won’t work, that it won’t be good. Unconfident. There is nothing for it but to push past those fears, and I know this.