Undoubtedly, whenever we write anything and make it part of the public domain, not only do we expose glimpses of our treasured, tortured past but we also leave ourselves open to public scrutiny. It is a glorious Sunday morning. I just took the dogs out for a morning walk, and like most mornings, as is the life of a writer, I begin to tap away with anxious digits upon deadened keys.
Festering inside me is the anxiety, which roots itself into our very being. Yes, it dwells deep in us, All Writers, and it will blossom or whither till our last breath’s fading, depending on how harsh the critique... A favorable review can spur you ON and allow you to float endlessly, without a care, far above the fray... One NOT SO KIND can cause that anxiety to spread like a cancer and scar like a choking, prickly vine.
Published on December 06, 2014 05:47