{"id":211,"date":"2011-10-17T18:54:23","date_gmt":"2011-10-17T18:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sankinator.com\/blog\/?p=211"},"modified":"2011-10-17T18:54:23","modified_gmt":"2011-10-17T18:54:23","slug":"my-nightmare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sankinator.com\/blog\/2011\/10\/17\/my-nightmare\/","title":{"rendered":"My nightmare…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I read what other people write and I’m full of envy. I wish I could be the creative writer I’ve always dreamed of being. The problem is that life<\/a><\/span> always gets in the fucking way.<\/p>\n

There are very few times in my day that I could honestly not<\/strong> say “I’d rather be writing.”<\/p>\n

I often think about how much better of a writer I would be if I only had the time to seriously sharpen my skills. If I have any skill that is. Come on now, just look at the first sentence of this paragraph, holy shit do I need some help!<\/p>\n

I remember someone telling me that being good<\/em><\/strong> at anything takes dedication, at least 40 hours a week. To be great<\/em><\/strong> at anything you have to eat, sleep and shit that very thing 24\/7.<\/p>\n

I’ll never be good at anything!<\/p>\n

My demons are strong today…<\/p>\n