I usually like to blog about fun things, exciting things, things to think about, but today I need to write about something a little less fun.
Why is it that something that I love so much, something that I am passionate about is so difficult for me? I write and rewrite and edit and send it off to friends who generously read through my puke on the page and when I get it back, there are red marks all through it. (I should expect that. It is puke, right?)
This is not to say that the friends that critique my work have done poorly. In fact, they have done a tremendous job and given some great ideas and insights that would make my story better, much better.
It is just that I feel so discouraged. Why can't I write something good? Why does it always come out like cr**? Will I ever learn?
Okay, I'm done now. I just needed to get it out. Next post -- something a lot more fun.