I can only think of one thing right now. My strong desire to match what I feel on the inside to my outer writing life.
Have you ever watched a makeover show? The kind where men and women say, “Finally, I feel like how I look matches how I feel on the inside!”
That’s exactly what I’m going through with my writing these days.
I feel like I have an outpouring of inner wisdom, insight, compassion, emotion, struggles, hardships, inspiration to share. But they are wrapped up in my own neurosis, wading through fears of revealing too much and basic grammatical issues that’s keeping me from the one.
You know the one?
The one piece of writing that you are proud of. The one that you’ve always dreamed of writing, but somehow have let get carried away into the priorities of daily life.
Well that’s what I’m stuck on.
I’ve written oodles of newspaper and magazine articles on my dog, my rabbit, and unique companies around the town where I live. But I haven’t yet expressed the one that’s been buried beneath other articles that had to get written today or blog posts that supposed to be done yesterday.
But I’m working on it. And hopefully it will be done soon.
Like the 70 degree weather day in the edge of fall, hiding behind louder, more demanding days, it sits waiting. “When will you finish me?”
Know it too? Feel my pain?
Share it with me here.
