Yes…I wrote long ago, and then other people were aware of my writing. I learned that I started censoring myself. That censorship led to my halting my writing, for fear that my Nana/Mom/Jeff-Dad would read it…Eventually, I began to write again. This time, I was aware of people reading my work…and then I became well known through my website. I censored myself then, too, and slowly ceased writing at all.
Several years later, I have made it a point to write again. Once more, people were taking notice of MY thoughts/feelings. While it felt great, I very recently stopped putting myself into the frame of mind…I knew people were reading what I wrote.
Once again, I feel as if “This is my diary; screaming out loud.” I have positive feedback from several other people…all across the US and in Europe. HOLY!
I read the quote I shared below…and it hit home. I HAVE TO STOP HIDING…I can’t help how I feel (but I can help what I write…*ducks into the dark corner*… NO! I have to allow my gifts of expression to flow). I have to start that book…if you were a reader of my previous blogs; you will understand.
I long for my work to be noticed…when it is noticed; I run like a scared child. One man has been messaging me on FB; because he is grateful for me to share my feelings about TBI and also the things with which I deal. His true interest in my “work,” has caused me to become like a hermit again. It’s odd…when I know that someone is reading what it is I write; I get “scared” to share my feelings. I wonder if Stephen King ever felt this way…*giggle*
Below is what I read moments ago:
“Bottom line: you want people to read your work, so stop hiding from yourself. Once you clear that hurdle, write your damn book already.”