Hang-ups Anyone?

Writer's block I generally don't struggle with. Or rather, to clarify, I do not encounter writer's block at all. And trust me as I promise not to be bragging on this well-evidenced point. There's enough variation of anguishes to be passed around squarely. However, I used that caption for a reason. 

One; it was the easiest image at my disposal to 'do up' and post, and of course 'too'; it was facing me. And the reason that blank screen faced me was because I was snagged onto one of my greatest writing hang-ups; one which coincides ever so neatly with why I do not encounter writer's block.

What should I write? Now, doesn't that hang-up sound exactly like writer's block? Except in my case it really is more like WHICH idea should I go with? Which at this point I can't tell which from which, or which is worse. Too many thoughts, or no thoughts.

Just to give a snippet of a snapshot of what happened here this evening, at 10 this morning I was all set to post on 'My Top Ten' writing hang-ups. (Should I start with the beginning, middle, or end? What voice or tone do I want to give the entire piece? Can I stay with it? For instance, an eloquent scholarly epic voice sounds fascinating, until I, myself, get bored and start seeing some of my more racier images. That's another hang-up. I long to write one novel where there's not a hint of sex in it. (And no, it's not all, or even half of what I think about. It just happens to show up in my books). But Man! That's a scary thought thinking about a story with no love in it. I have to wonder what in the world would that story end up being about?)

At any rate, this, or rather that post, actually was going accomplish two purposes at once. (I needed a top ten list to compile with another adventure I'm working on). But, all of a sudden, out of a 'steaking' blue, as I strummed through those writing hang-ups, I got to thinking about other hang-ups... such as blogging, and reading, and reviewing, and tweeting, and the next thing I know, I hear someone (kind of close to me... i.e., not my husband) sitting in my ear sort of groaning about this is all I do. Write and blog... Blog and write. What the---

And so here's where my fingers started going a mile a minute, madly recalling all the years I spent doing other things. I didn't start writing, seriously, uninterrupted, like I currently do, in total absolute seclusion until 2007. I started blogging 2009! Five years is not all that long.

Exhausted, I suddenly remembered this wasn't where I was supposed to be taking this post, although half the effort was achieved, save for my next dilemma which happened to be, 'should' I post this?

Welp, I had typed everything out so quickly I had no other choice but to follow my number one deciding factor on how I determine what to publish.

Here's the rule: If the thought flows quickly, I believe that prose/piece was meant to be. Following this rule clears a few obstacles right away off my plate; the biggest being one less thing to think about. And as such (in this case) ...that blank screen is now active and my blog now updated.