For me as a writer, there's nothing worse than paralyizing fear. Especially because my paralyzing fear has nothing to do with reality... it's all my imagination. 

I have no doubt that I can handle anything the real world throws at me... I was a midwife and there is nothing I could face that is more terrifying than the responsibility of bringing a baby into the world. 

But I can't face my own perfectionism, that endlessly says things like:

I can't do it. It sucked before what makes me think I can do it right this time? Nobody will want to read it anyway, so why should I bother? Ya-da-ya-da-ya-da...

And it leaves me frozen... all because I don't know where to start this scene. How stupid is that?

Yes, I have to take out three scenes. No doubt about it. The characters pointlessly ramble on at each other, long-windedly filling in unnecessary backstory. And it'll be a better book without those scenes...

But when do I start the next one? How much backstory do I need to fill in to make the current happenings make sense? What if I do it wrong?

Well I'm going to do it wrong anyway, so why bother?

Jeez!

Unfortunately 'just do it!' isn't working today... maybe another walk. At least it's a beautiful day, that helps.