Perhaps I have no talent. Maybe that is what is really at the heart of my hesitations and lackluster. I feel that way. I feel as if I write to an empty house.
Is anyone listening?
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Life Forms
I sit tired, home from work, from the dog park - hungry and exhausted to the point of migraine. I find myself wishing that I had more time, more inspiration and frankly - more dedication. I want to be a writer. I want to tell the world sexy stories, scary stories - memorable stories. Who has the time? I'm working over 40 a week, running errands, cleaning house - and even sleeping a few hours to boot. It makes me wonder how others who write find the space, the energy to create anything at all surrounded by this jumble of soul sucking life forms.
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I am listening. I think the people in your life understand your passions and it's just a matter of setting boundaries and setting aside the time you need to share your gift.
ReplyDeleteDo it, we all want you to.