Traineeship week 9. This is the last week of the script year, and was looking like my last week too. I found out yesterday they want me back for another month next year, a last chance to prove what I’m capable of. This is a good thing. I’m well aware I haven’t found my voice, both in the story room and in terms of my writing, I can think of a dozen reasons why, and I can address them all over the break. This chance is all I need.
Things got tough in my weeks of no-blogging,. I trusted my abilities, but I knew I was becoming more shy and reserved than I’d ever imagined possible. Whatever energy I had to approach people back on day one had dissipated, and I could barely muster the odd hello. I was all introvert – helpful with some aspects of the writing process, but not a place that engenders confidence. I got heavier and slower, sliding deeper into a morass of fear and denial. Abandoning this blog was part of the descent.
So now I’m back. Block by block, piece by piece, rebuilding, restoring, reawakening. Please allow me to introduce myself ...
