I continue to work on my writing, despite feedback that is less than inspiring. Sounds like I should give up, but how do you do that with something you love?
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. It was something that helped me deal with being so different. I am the oldest and my two younger sisters are the pretty, popular ones. That I could write stories helped me hide away from the world and the hurt of being short, fat and smart.
I grew out of the worry of being different, because of the community where I’ve lived for the past forty plus years. The niche I’ve carved for myself is quite enjoyable. Strange, I’ve also come to learn that it’s alright to be different.
About being different, I’m also bull headed. When someone tells me that they are smarter, or knows more than I do, now they have to prove it. Maybe that’s really why I don’t give up on my writing. I believe it is good. And I will continue to believe until someone proves me wrong to my satisfaction.
That being said, it’s time to get back to the writing.
Keep the coffee flowing.