I don't post a lot of comments on the things you write. I should, but I don't because my lame excuse is Google Reader. It saves time so I can read all your brilliant things, but you can't make comments through Google Reader.
Just know that I feel empowered knowing that things I write are read. There's so many weak reasons I could knit up for not being my best:
I'm not that good
I'm busy
I'm lazy
I'm unoriginal
My story's uninteresting
I'm uninteresting
All of them equally ridiculous. I think every writer's been there: buying new notebooks, writing in one page, tearing it out, writing in it again, tearing it out, because whatever you wrote wasn't worthy enough to stay in the book.
Well, I feel worthy. I work every day on ideas, collaborations, songs, visions, trying to get them onto the page the same way I see them in my mind. My creativity works in a web formation--a painting sets me off, then a movie line pops in my head and turns into a song lyric. I'm churning constantly, writing constantly, creating constantly...
And you all inspire me. So even though I don't always comment, I read your things and I think you're all fantastic.
P.S. To the anonymous commenter who is working in clinical psychology in the sexology field--can I know who you are?
1 comment:
ahhhh I guess youre writing this one to me ? naw not really, I do blog stalk you, here and there, so I can see pictures of that little lady of yours, that turned mflt (myfriendlauraturner) into a gee gee or is it a gah- gah? She is beautiful and you are a cute little mama
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