Already into the second month of the New Year. Who said time stands still for no one? He or she hit it dead on.
This insecure writer has already started writing her head off for the year: Two short story eBooks on Amazon, 1 script completed, and preparing another one for a contest submittal.
All the insecurities are out of the closet now.
This is one tough arena, this writing business.
I write it. Who reads it?
Is it good enough? Why not?
I feel as if I’m writing for myself and, in a way, I guess I am.
I thought that the more I write, the easier the words would come.
Silly girl. Every day is a challenge. Enough to make one think about a “real” job somewhere.
Words flow, making no sense. Rewrite, rearrange. Now it comes together.
On bad writing days, I feel like a truly tortured soul. On good writing days, I soar.
This is my solitary life. The life of an insecure writer.