Whether I’m writing or drawing I have an anxiety of starting, of wanting to do something perfect (or at the very least not rubbish) and not wanting to make a mistake. The many possibilities of ‘what could be’ are abruptly collapsed down to ‘what it is’ and I wonder if it is good enough.
So I might as well get this first blog post over and done with. Lets pretend it is witty and profound and move on to the posts not riddled with
as much existential angst.