The monkey on my back

Many times, people postpone doing certain activities and nothing happens. There’s no feeling of blame. But the problem is when an activity like writing, for example, has become a habit that exerts a strong pressure. Although the feeling of frustration is hidden, there are times that necessity of writing appears time after time. In spite of the attempts to enjoy the different moments of life, the shadow of that incomplete project appears from time to time. It is like a monkey bothering me on my back or the insistent song of a cricket. All pleasure disappears rapidly. Then, the simple fact of starting writing diminishes the anxiety and self-confidence is restored.

This is my comment about "Write at your peril" by Ursula Holden.