Procrastination
I'm sitting in a cafe on my day off, I've been here for a while, I've eaten, people watched, evesdropped, updated my laptop, posted on my Instagram accounts, and spent far too long on Google looking for ideas for my next tattoo. Which I'm getting worked on two months from now. I came here to work on a script. And yet here I am. writing a blog post instead. I keep putting it off and at the same time, I've resigned myself to do it. I keep saying it's now or never. I live in a small town and I don't want to end up like so many, working in, some job, until I'm old and can't anymore. I want to be proud of what I did with my youth. Even if I spend it chasing dreams I never achieve, I want to try. But I don't. I don't work on scripts. I don't storyboard. I just, don't. It kills me. But what if you don't like what I make? What if I'm terrible? What would be the worst that could happen? What is worse? You judging me for what I make, or me judging myself for never starting? What will hurt worse?

















