It's been 4 months since I last blogged... It's a bit of a downer to realise that I'm not missed...
I know my writing is not particularly enlightening... or thought provoking... or inspiring... and at times there is is visible struggle to remain humourous... but it is a part of me...
I'm sitting with my laptop... typing words out... and then deleting them...
Doubts are abounding... Why am I doing this?? If it's just for me, then do I even want to be here... wouldn't some pen and paper suffice??
Im particularly proud of every piece I write.. and that makes me scared to send it out into the world... knowing that it would hurt me immensely if it were to be rejected....
And yet I do.... inspite of my fear... the need to be recognised.. acknowledged is much stronger...
And still I wonder... and still the doubts linger...
I know my writing is not particularly enlightening... or thought provoking... or inspiring... and at times there is is visible struggle to remain humourous... but it is a part of me...
I'm sitting with my laptop... typing words out... and then deleting them...
Doubts are abounding... Why am I doing this?? If it's just for me, then do I even want to be here... wouldn't some pen and paper suffice??
Im particularly proud of every piece I write.. and that makes me scared to send it out into the world... knowing that it would hurt me immensely if it were to be rejected....
And yet I do.... inspite of my fear... the need to be recognised.. acknowledged is much stronger...
And still I wonder... and still the doubts linger...
