Writing is one of the easiest things to do

Writing is one of the easiest things to do…all I need is something to write on and something to write with and something to write about: a pen, a notebook and a view—a crayon, construction paper and my feelings—a computer, MS Word (or notepad, Works, WordPerfect, Open Office) and a thought.

Why then am I sitting here behind a monitor, pen and notebook to the side, crayons and drawing paper behind me afraid to write?

 
It's not that hard. I can always fix whatever mistakes I make—even if I have to scratch-out-and-copy-over or cut-and-paste or select-all-and-delete. The simplest answer is hat you might not care what I think. And why should you? You have your own crayons and such to scribble out your take on the world, life and everything.

 
So, no pressure. If you don't like it, you'll just click away, and no harm done. Or you might become enraged, flame my blog, and give me a few more hit points. That's all good.

But the longer answer is that I might not like what I have to say. Sometimes when the dots connect, the picture is not pretty—my illusion of being a nice person  breaks down and the reality shows up. I might have to face learning that I have been lying to myself, that the calm surface hides a deep, moving channel or that the lush growth is only dandelions, here today and fluff tomorrow. 

But then, to get to the buried treasure, you have to dig it up and dust (scrape, chisel, wash, sandblast) off the crud around it. Yup have to dig it up first.

 Let me go sharpen my pencil and dig in.