My Toughest Critic

Since my last post, I have been really hard on myself about my writing, especially about my last two posts. Not that they were bad, they just weren't great. I'll admit that basically I wrote whatever was on my mind in the moment, just to get it finished and posted. I did not put my heart and soul into them and I think that is what is eating at me more than anything else. It's like I have this little voice telling me, "you could have and should have done better".

Initially, when I started this blog, I told myself that I would post a blog at least once a week. Then it was suggested to me by a friend, to post at least a few times a week to get myself into the habit of posting and also to build a following. I'm not going to lie, that was great advice. The trouble is, now I feel forced to post something, anything, and as a result have not posted what I would consider my best writing.

I realize that this is a work in progress and although my perfectionist self is struggling with that concept, the fact is, that it is not going to be perfect all of the time. And unless I make mistakes, I am not going to know what works and what doesn't work. This is also an opportunity for me to learn how to write well and write well consistently. After all, I am my toughest critic.

One of my writer friends (a poet), once told me, a long time ago, that, "writing, should be like cutting a vein". So, I guess, if I'm not bleeding all over the page, I have not done it right. So here's to becoming a cutter and bleeding the words between my ears all over the page.