I’ve been struggling with the idea of blogging my heart out.
The part of me that loves to write wants to do just that; I am often long-winded, however. Now is a time where everything is instant and easily digestible…not a time where people enjoy sitting and reading anything longer than 100 characters. I have considering condensing my writing – by a fair bit. I’ll save the long-windedness for my novel. *Wink*
Fear calls out to me, telling me that my honesty will not serve me well and never has.
Anxiety nags: “No. One. Cares. Get over yourself!”
I often wonder about actions and consequences. But enough of that.
To me, writing feels good. I am called to it, time and time again. Not only does it help me, but my hope is to help others in this way.
And so I shall.