As I went to bed last night I was angry with myself. I started this site over, fresh and new, so it wouldn’t feel like and empty shell any more. A clean slate. A new start.
Yet what I wrote yesterday didn’t feel like my voice. It didn’t feel authentically me. If you & I were talking, I wouldn’t sound like that.
It pisses me off.
That anger is a good thing though, because I’m going to keep it in mind as I write, or at least I’ll try. If I wouldn’t say it out loud, then I’ll think about how I would.
I want my posts to feel like a letter. A note from me to you. A journal for myself. Personal.
Practice, practice, practice. Now that I’m aware of it, I can deal with it.
No more being pissed off at my writing. When it feels like crap, I just need to break through and continue.
Photograph taken on a recent Texas road trip. The former Mary Allen College in Crockett, Texas.