…if I waited for the\u00a0perfect thing to write about and never risked offending anyone.<\/p>\n
I don’t know when this idea got planted in my brain but at some point I decided I shouldn’t, and didn’t want to, write\u00a0personal,\u00a0reflective posts in this blog. I didn’t want to be that pathetic writer wanna-be, focused inward instead of outward, writing about feelings and angst and failures instead of stories, essays, poems: legitimate writing. It has been all too easy these last few years\u00a0not writing much of anything, waiting for the brilliant, the award winning, the insightful, the pithy.<\/p>\n
I’d like to be done with\u00a0this sort of self-defeating nonsense, these sorry excuses.\u00a0I’ll never write anything, at least nothing\u00a0of value, if I don’t knock it off and simply write. Part of writing is habit which means writing something, anything, good or\u00a0bad, putting it all down, speaking with pen and paper day after day. Just writing.<\/p>\n
Similarly, I think\u00a0too much about who might read a particular bit I put on paper. What would so-and-so say if they\u00a0saw this? I cap my\u00a0pen by\u00a0imagining what anyone, especially a relative, might think or say. I remember reading a writer advising new writers: if you’re concerned about what your family\u00a0will think about what you write, you probably should be writing cook books. I like\u00a0cook books (especially at supper-time) and respect cook-book writers, but\u00a0that’s not what I’m aiming for.<\/p>\n
Just\u00a0back from New Zealand, where I wrote about the trip in a journal, I’m ready to get back to this blog.\u00a0I’m still working on the\u00a0journal\/scrap book (a scrapjournal?) and will\u00a0share bits (scraps) from that, along with regular writing. And if some of it is a me-fest, well, for now it’ll have to do. At least I’m writing. And if a reader isn’t happy with what I’m writing, then stop reading\u00a0it.<\/p>\n
I feel better already.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
…if I waited for the\u00a0perfect thing to write about and never risked offending anyone. I don’t know when this idea got planted in my brain but at some point I decided I shouldn’t, and didn’t want to, write\u00a0personal,\u00a0reflective posts in … Continue reading