march 6 wcw
I wrote a really long post earlier but by the time I was ready to post, I didn't feel the way I did earlier in the day, so I spiked it.
Back in the day I didn't spike anything. I couldn't. I was young and dumb (what was that last one, John C. McGinley?) and thought I was better than I was. Except no I didn't. I was painfully insecure about my writing until my 40s, and I knew that the things that were coming out of my pen in my 20s weren't as good as they would one day be, and because I was impatient, undiagnosed, and already a functioning alcoholic, I devoted myself to letting myself off the hook instead of devoting myself to my craft. I thought I needed to be a mess to make something beautiful.
If you are a young writer, don't fall into this trap. Expect a lot from yourself, be hard on yourself, and don't let other people's opinions of your work be more important than your own opinion of your work. Also, learn how to separate how you feel about the work from how you feel about yourself. Yeah, sure, have an intimate relationship with everything on the page, but don't get it twisted —— your inability to thread the needle and write that scene or that closing paragraph doesn't mean fuck all about who you are.
🌲 gonna
🌼 go
🌱 touch
🌳 grass pillow
🌷 now
Be good to yourself.
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