Who needs an audience? An audience inevitably changes me and my writing. I cannot resist the urge to amuse. Yet when my readers aren't amused, or don't "get" me, I'm indignant. I can't help but wonder what's wrong with everyone.
Or, worse yet, what's wrong with me.
Or, worse yet, what's wrong with me.
I want to please people -- I love to please people -- but I'm at a point where I only want to do it by being myself. Does that make me a genius or fool?
Did I start a blog in the hopes of finding an audience? What was I hoping for?
I wanted to practice writing clear and succinct prose and to develop a daily(ish) writing habit.
Did I start a blog in the hopes of finding an audience? What was I hoping for?
I wanted to practice writing clear and succinct prose and to develop a daily(ish) writing habit.
Lately, I've made a conscious effort not to read much about writing. In many ways I'm cocooning myself from what I would typically do: getting bogged down in the shoulds and should nots of "the writing life." When I start reading about writing, I stop writing.
Self-criticism has been a massive roadblock. I'm maybe almost ready to wish I had written thousands of pages of crap instead of a few lovely turns of phrase.
