That annoying little curser.
Blinking at you. Waiting for you to say something.
In last few months, I’ve written twenty pieces that have been viewed over two million times. But every time I write, there’s still moments where I want to punch myself in the face.
I feel it right now as I’m writing this sentence. My brain is trying desperately to stop me, saying things like,
What you’re writing right now sucks.
Where are you even going with this?
No one cares! No one cares! *Punch*
I had drafted presentations, copy for websites, and email campaigns, but when it came to staring at a blank page and writing something thoughtful, I was lost.