I'm baffled. I'm overcome with writer's block (or confusion). I'm essentially a hot mess right now.
My first freelance writing assignment stemming from my 10-week magazine internship and I can't do it. I apparently have performance anxiety (and not the kind that a viagra can fix).
I spend the past few days feeling somewhat nervous, but overall confident that I could sit down and write this article. 850 words? Psh, no problem. How about 1850 words?
So far, I was wrong. I've been trying to write for almost 2 hours and I have 500 words that say nothing. Nothing at all.
About 30 minutes in I realized the problem. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be writing about.
Awesome.
I spent weeks researching different facets of this assignment, meeting with my editor and pondering how I would approach it.
Apparently I need a few more weeks. Or a brain transplant, because I realized tonight that I don't even really understand what I've been researching.
You know, I used to wonder how I made it through the trials of my life, but after this realization of my lack of understanding, I'm now wondering how I manage to dress myself each morning.
No wonder I wear so many dresses. The "one leg at a time" concept was obviously way too far-fetched for my brain.
If you need me, I will be banging my head against the wall and praying to the God of Writing, better known as a glass of red wine.
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