I was goofing around with clowns and comedians the other day. They were tearing apart my writing style on this blog.
I was laughing but felt pretty beat up after. I've never wanted to be a writer but always felt I HAVE to write. Since I was 7 years old, I knew I had no choice, I had to be a writer. I wrote a story about my tortoise (named Frisky! Yes, I was funny at an early age). I wrote a 25 page story about Frisky in first grade. I had so many people praising me, I had no choice but to become a writer. The decision was made.
At the same time, I felt trapped and angry about the decision. I have very mixed feelings about writing.
This blog has fed an internal need. I have to write or I feel like I'm a failure. I also want to be a hero to the world, I like being talked about...a lot. A whole lot.
So, today I'm feeling bummed. I've written for two years about my passion, children's entertainment. I have friends making fun of my writing and I average 5 hits a day on this site.
If you read my posts, just let me know, I'm curious. If you want my help, let me know, I'd really like to give it a shot. But today I'm bummed.