But what if it isn’t awful? And other thoughts about #writing

Simply put, writing makes me happy. I’m not writing for anyone else, other than myself. But unfortunately, we are not only our own worst enemies, we are also our greatest critics.

There are a hundred thousand ways to put yourself down- because you know all your own self-doubts. You know where the chink in your armor is, or in more modern terms – you can feel the hole in your sock, worrying away and getting larger.

So you send out your work into the universe, you wrote it just for you – who cares what they think?

But you do, because you assume they know everything that you know.

That they can glean it from your words.

That they will use it against you.

Sometimes, sitting and breathing and ignoring what your brain tells you is true is the only thing you can do.

I could have kept The Spark That Left Us all to myself, and who knows, maybe no more than 3 people will ever read it. But that’s more than just myself, and that’s where it gets important.