10 pages of book just fell out of my fingers. I like that feeling, but why does it seem so out of my control? I’ve built my career about being able to turn my writing on and off like a vibrator; being able to write about any topic on command. “Oh, telecom training courses? [clack-clack-clack, ctrl-p] Here you go! Oh, colocation web hosting? [clack-clack-clack, send] Done! Oh, urine testing kits for women with osteoporosis?* [clack-clack-clack] Check, please!”

And yet here I am, trying to tell a story I not only know really well, but one that I’ve told a million times in a million different ways. It’s my damn story! So why does it feel like writing it is totally hit and miss? I like to think I have more of a grasp on my own process, but clearly I have no fucking clue. It sort of hurts to be so typical.

*Totally not making up the urine testing kits.