P. S. Ignore the Ham Sandwhich on the Shelf

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.


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