I’m trying to get a piece together to submit to a magazine. Not a blurb. A real article. I really want to be a writer. Yet, like any artist, every time I go back and read what I have written, I think it’s all muck and totally scrap it and start over. I’m never going to get anything submitted if I keep doing this. Even when I go back and read some of my old blogs I wonder why I even bothered to put up certain posts. I look back and think how snarky I was and wonder what had me so angry. But isn’t that kind of the point? To remember your own feelings and how you handled things so that you don’t forget and can always relate to others who may feel that way?
Becoming a writer is hard. Sometimes I feel like I’m maturing faster than I can write therefore something I wrote a short time ago seems totally ridiculous and unsubmittable (That’s not a word. I just made it up. HA!). That only happens every now and then in my life and can only be attributed now to the fact that I have an awesome husband and kids who challenge me to be a new and different person everyday. Still makes getting something down and edited really hard.