So I’m sitting at my desk snap chatting with Lelia about food.

What I really need to be doing is writing the next 60 pages of my feature film, The Last Tree.

I am stuck. Too bad I cannot travel back in time and start writing it last year. Or even just last month.

My dog keeps whining like a little baby, and I can’t focus.

What would it take for me to get over my perfectionism, my fear of failure, my fear of being a crap storyteller with no ideas and just get on with it?

Seriously, I have to take everything in tiny baby increments or I am overwhelmed and lose touch with reality and exaggerate all possible scenarios until I curl up on my bed and get nothing done at all.