If you have been following my blog, you should know by now that anything goes. This is an honest account of what is going on in my life. Sometimes it’s funny. Other times, it can be raw and colored in emotion. But, it is always a true, authentic representation of what is happening. Let’s be honest, I can’t make this shit up.
It is interesting how people perceive my entries. I think it startles some that I can come off somewhat abrasive in one and then humorous in another. But, the reality is, this is me. This is who I am. This is my life. It isn’t perfect. It’s messy and unpredictable, but in the same landscape, it is full and rich. I don’t write for an audience. I write for me. If people relate, great. If it makes them think, awesome. If it offends, sorry, not sorry.
I am spending a lot of time knee-deep in my revision/editing of my manuscript to prepare it for a second round of editing by a professional. Sometimes I feel like an hamster on a wheel as I nitpick my work. No matter what I write, it is the presentation of who I am. Do I want people to love my work? Of course. That is human nature, but, I am aware that it might not be everyone’s cup of tea. That’s cool.
I can remember a time if someone said something unkind about my writing, I would have taken that to heart. Not anymore. I might ponder their words, but I don’t hold on to them. I write to release. I write to laugh. Sometimes, I simply write to heal. Mostly, I write because I love it. And that, my friends, is my foundation. In life, I can never be held hostage by another person’s observation or opinion if I am living in my truth.