There is a voice in my head that tells me I am not good enough. Even if I’d like to argue with it, that little voice shouts me down and so I slam the door and leave that part of my mind alone.
I write things and then I tuck them away for later.
Later I’ll have time,
and inspiration,
and energy,
and ideas.
Not now.
Now is too hard. Why write now when tomorrow is better?
Now is for daydreams, for moments that last a lifetime, for words tumbled and crafted inside of my mind, but not committed to paper.
Being a wordsmith is hard and frequently feels like pulling teeth without anaesthetic. You can’t show someone progress on an idea and sometimes, when I’m daydreaming, trawling for ideas, I wish that I worked in something more tangible than gossamer ideas and fairy dust.
Chasing ideas, I’m wondering why my love is for words, not accounting, or stone masonry.
While I may never be the wordsmith you are, I do understand what you mean here.
I have that voice as well. Mostly I can ignore it but sometimes my lovely the shouting gets very loud and then I think that all my work is crap, I am crap, it is all just crap crap crap.
You are gorgeous and very clever.
Write more please.
I like to read your words.
You’re good enough. Better, even.
PS – that is one of my fave covers.
Your words are SO not crap. I hope you know that. xo
HEY Veronica. You are in good company Girl. Dounie. lol.
This pretty much summed up how I felt about my writing all summer (winter on your side of the planet). I have to (wholeheartedly) agree with Maid in Australia, your words are absolutely NOT crap. I’ve only bothered to read a few people’s blog archives, and I read BOTH of yours. That’s one of the best compliments I can give.
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