two people. coffee shop.
i don't get it. we sit here every sunday morning and talk. usually are conversations are interesting, i'd even say intelligent. at least 75% of that is thanks to you. you ask probing questions and answer with though-provoking responses. so why can't that translate to paper? you have all the thoughts and the stories, so why don't you write more often?
i don't know. maybe if i knew the answer i would.
no offense, but that's something a bad writer would say.
oh jeezus, i know. you're right. i don't know, i guess it's because i have a hard time committing. i'm like every other man out there. or every other man i know. or i think i know. even if it's only a screen as soon as i type words onto it i start questioning and hesitating. i hit the delete more than the e. and on the rare occasion i get into the flow i either break to re-read and then start changing everything around, or i get interrupted and can't pick up again. i think i'm a good writer. i believe i'm a good writer. i just can't do it, though.
you're like a blind surgeon.
what?
a blind surgeon. you have the tools, the knowledge, and the precision, but you lack the vision.
what? that is ridiculous.
...and maybe makes sense. shit.
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