Fear Of: The Setup

I don't write much anymore. I've been out of journalism school for about 2 months now and since I handed in my last assignment (2500 words, feature story, something something blah dee doo) I've written roughly 3000 words -- total. My days have been spent fact-checking stories by others, which is standard for those of us starting out, and doing pretty much nothing in the way of creativity.

Thusly, I've decided to change it up and get back into blogging again, and have decided to do so by doing something that we'll call a unique mix of stupidity and catharsis.

I'm pretty much afraid of everything. Bars on windows, spiders, failure, mean dogs, dying by pen stabbing, rape, getting fat, getting old, bad clothes, cockroaches, bad breath and the list goes on. However I don't have a therapist (yet) to help me through these fears. Seeing as I'm poor, and that I have a emotional baggage the size of Antarctica, I've decided to attempt a ludicrous exercise.

Every day for the next year I'm going to write about a single fear, big or small, stupidly boring or stupidly metaphorical and "meaningful." The extra challenge will be that I have to write everything in about an hour -- particularly during the work week -- to try and train myself in the writer sense. You know, the speed/dexterity/mental acuity etc. Yes, I know, very Julie & Julia of me, but hey -- if it worked for her, maybe it can work for me. In the event that I'm traveling and can't get to a computer, I will write the entry out on paper and then post it the following Monday.

I'll do a check in at the end of month 1, 3, 6, 9 and 12 so I can keep tabs on my sanity, but for the most part, it's allllll fears, baby.

Now that I've laid out for myself the way it's gonna work, cause no one read this anyways, I hope you're all having a great Wednesday. Tomorrow, the inanity begins.