That's the whether, now the what. Maybe
language I love, (thanks for the inspiration Shakespeare, if that's your real
name). Perhaps on writing; I'm the proud new mamma of my first literary bundle
of joy, surely that qualifies me to advise everyone else who's ever had a yen
to put pen to paper. The trials and tribulations of a spanking new professional
writer? That's sure to have wide appeal.
The problem is I don't even post on Facebook.
I share and I like, but I almost never comment. When I do, it's something glib
and inoffensive. To everyone except my mother. To me, there is something
vulnerable about committing thoughts to paper, or to server, or to wherever
these thoughts of mine will go to lurk patiently until it is time for me to run
for office or accept my Nobel Prize, at which point they will come winging back
through the space/time/internet continuum to bite me on the ass.
But, fear has no place in creativity. So to
better serve my creativity, I will embrace the thing that scares me, I will
pursue and practice until I no longer writhe with embarrassment at the thought
of clicking the publish button.
So, I'm not sure what I will blog, but I will
blog. If you didn't hate that too much, the link to the book (and yes, of course there is a book), is: www.iwenttopalmsprings.com.
No comments:
Post a Comment