Drive home conversation about my lack of confidence in my writing voice was not a comfortable conversation. My input was broken and stilted emotional avoidance. The hub’s opinion was quite clear cut.
“Just write.” He said. “Quit self-censoring.”
No more stopping short?
Easier said than done. There is a deep vulnerability in writing. You, right now, are stepping into my mind. Well, you are if I drop the distance between what you are reading and my inner voice, my writer’s voice.
My best stuff has at times shocked me. I don’t know where it comes from, that scares the ba-jee-bus out of me. My alter-ego? Damn. Bitch is way out there.
Finding a path between out there and here? It’s a journey.