Will I ever be a good writer?
They say the best are those who have no one, hermits, recluses, loners. Everyone they know, dead and gone, all chance of new connections sacrificed. Perhaps, purposely avoided.
I know a lot of people.
I like them. I want to keep them.
I think about and analyze each word, never mind sentence, that I write. It’s hard. Hard to write fiction that may be taken as truth. Is she the sexually abused, the office wallflower, the promiscuous teen…the brokenhearted?
Writing is a risk. People are always going to read into your words….your stories and make them into what they need them to be.
It’s dicey and, it. is. frightening.
But, it is what we’re gifting. Leeway. License. Liberty. Those who know us will get it.
The ice may crack, a bridge might collapse and we could be dealt a crappy hand.
Forget easy eights, but if we’re willing to work a hard six, we may just hit a lucky seven.