Lately I've thought often - everyday?! - to be in a very dark place, without ways out. To be stuck, frozen, jammed, wedged, immobilized, trapped, paralyzed... choose your favourite adjective.
Suddenly, I'm moving on again. Maybe I don't have talent at all. Maybe I'm moving toward a place even more dark and frightening but, hey! I'm moving on again. I'm very happy.
ps. I truly admire Erica Jong. We'll speak about her again in the future.
I'm scared every day, I'm scared by writing every post, because I know my English is not perfect. But I'm learning how to live with my fear of rejection (and of English grammar, too). And I keep writing.