Wow so as a writer, i seem to find myself, producing ideas yet intimidated by their vastly diabolical concepts. Have you ever had an idea that's so brilliant, you don't know wether your the one to write it, or produce it? Do you find yourself glorifying publicly, yet intimidated by a blank sheet of paper, or a buzzing screen that glares at you like a warden. I've decided to do as suggested, anthony robbins said write for the wastepaper basket. Structure wise, language wise, it can all be edited or redrafted. If you have nothing, you have nothing to work with. If youre a creative, someone with an idea, a goal, or a visual, just do you. There is no other choice. Often we awe at the greatness of those that came before us, hungry to fall in step, chomping at the nail, basking in a fear, that at times can be stifling, at other times is the lucozade you need. The push, the climax. Then the other part of our brain locks in, the part that thinks about how to make money , and