Writing for myself
I’ve had another simple day. I read most of the time and only wasted an hour or two online.
I thought for much of the day about what it would mean to write for myself. Writing to create stories I want to read. That’s the real fun of being a writer. When you write something, look back at it and say, “I didn’t know I could write so good.”
It’s hard not to see the faults and inadequacies of what I write. I’ve been trained since childhood to look for faults. Which stops me from doing the one thing that would improve my writing most, which is to write.
And when I say improve, I don’t mean better grammar. I just mean deepening my voice.