Writing is a peculiar thing. There are people who create books and plays and rambling prose and poetry. Sometimes they win awards for what they say out loud. And other times they get told that what they decided to share with the world is utter shite.
Imagine that. Imagine being told that what you feel is not worthy.
This weekend I’m working on a mahoosive blog post.
It’s the biggest and most honest thing I’ve ever given away. It won’t be comfortable reading and it certainly won’t win any awards. My writing has never been about that – I’d have made a career of it otherwise. But if it means I can really let go of what I’ve been feeling then it’s good enough for me.