There is busy work that I occupy my time in order to put off any sort of writing. I may not be an author of anything that someone else would actually read.
Even here - I haven't bothered with a blog entry in ages. Looks like the last time I wrote was just after I lost my mom. Now my father has cancer, and I am not ready to loose him.
So then, what the heck is stopping me. WHY on earth have I had this itch to write? But then I am just panicked with fear that I am not worthy to write.
There are millions of blogs out there. Something more informative and entertaining, what would mine have to offer anyone?
I love journaling, could I make this blog about that?
I have also gotten into fountain pens. I don't have super fancy ones, but I do have some that I really love. And for someone who has never used a fountain pen, they probably would look at me like I'm a little off my rocker. (It's not the most comfortable rocker, so I don't use it much, lol.)
I keep thinking that if I create something, I might have something to offer. How can I offer anything, if I don't step it up and just do it.
I pep talk myself, quite a few times. I mean, if you have read this blog you know how much I have really struggled with this.
I have one book I have written, and have given it to a couple of friends to read. But their lives are so busy that I don't think that they have ever had the time to take a look.
So I put my bits and pieces of myself here, so that folks can see my style of writing. It's simplistic, hopefully makes sense. But I even discount my blog saying that I am so boring that its only good for putting folks to sleep - an insomnia cure.
What shall I do next? Maybe I will work on just putting more up there.
So will see. I have thought about this before - and the idea just usually stops right there.