I wish I could relate to this wonderful piece of writing but I can’t. The difference between me and Anne, is that no matter how shitty she feels when she starts writing, she still enjoys the experience. She still manages to find reward at the end of the shitty first drafts tunnel. I don’t. I don’t like having to sit down and express my thoughts through text, I’d rather let them out vocally. I don’t enjoy putting myself through the stress of having to make sure that every single sentence is coherent and flows together. I don’t like freaking out about deadlines because I can’t figure out if I should use a oxford comma or not. But I do it anyways. Because it’s important to improve literary skills. I realize that if I want to excel in school and the work place i’ll need to get accustomed to sitting down and grinding out some incoherent paragraphs and tweaking them until they’re acceptable. Maybe I could change this attitude of negativity if I started writing more and changed the dread into optimism. I could start small with this blog and weekly entries and then I could eventually branch out into a fantasy novel. This probably won’t happen though because I’d much rather spend my free time reading other peoples work or pursuing another hobby like music or film. I guess I can relate with the feeling Anne experiences though. I know what it’s like to run into a challenge and the feeling you experience when you overcome it. It’s pretty great.