It's been really incredible having so much time to wonder, play, rest, and create. It's such a gift I've given myself. And it's also brought up a lot of fear for me.
What if I never find "my voice"? What if everything I ever write is boring? What if I never write a sentence that is so powerful that someone has to put the book down to take a moment just to wonder at its beauty?
Actually, because I've already earned a living from my writing for so many years, I'm not as caught up in needing to publish something. Right now I'm also okay with the idea that I might never write something that I or others find achingly beautiful. I'm totally okay with just exploring right now. But I am still worried about people finding me boring.
So until I decide that it REALLY doesn't matter what anyone thinks about me except me, I've opened this Twitter account. Join me if you like: @boreU2unfollow
If what you are writing is satisfactory to you then it shouldn't in the least bother you if others are finding it interesting or not.
Wondering what purpose this particular Twitter account would serve :P
Posted by: Darshan Chande | June 23, 2010 at 07:33 AM
I agree in principal, but ego does seem to cause some rampant havoc from time to time. I took your comment to heart though and have deactivated the Twitter account. It gave me a laugh in the moment but then served no further purpose.
Posted by: Debbie | June 24, 2010 at 12:52 AM
Ah, ego. The root of all suffering. Hm, I see you have deactivated the Twitter account. For good that is! Good luck, Debbie :)
Posted by: Darshan Chande | June 24, 2010 at 01:41 AM