Let’s be crude about this.
Failure and I have been ‘doing the nasty’ for decades.
We’ve gotten down and dirty in school, in work, in play. Heck, there’s no place where we haven’t gotten hot and heavy.
Intimate enemies, that’s who we are.
So, why am I so worried to face my ‘fiend-with-benefits’ again?
I’ve always been able to walk away from our affairs relatively whole. Why do I think I can’t do that again?
Whatever the reason, I blame a chunk of my writer’s block on this fear…
My other lover.
Now, there’s always time for a roll in the hay with that loaf.
Bottom line: There’s nothing more crude than the truth.