I've never wanted to be a writer. In middle school, I was given high marks and my teachers loved me, but I think it was because I actually cared about school, unlike my boy crazy peers. Don't get me wrong - I was boy crazy too, but the reality that I would lose every privilege for low grades was a huge motivator (Damn you, parents who give a shit!)
In college, I took a creative writing class with 20 other students. You had to print a copy of your writing for every person in the class and everyone had to review your work. Then, in class, everyone got a turn to be critiqued. This may sound like your worst nightmare, but I actually loved it. Well, I loved the idea of it - but every single time it came around to my turn to be reviewed, the feedback was ALWAYS the same: "The piece was good." "Nice story." "No suggestions."
:: Crickets chirping ::
I found this maddening - no one hated it, but no one LOVED it either. Although it would have been hard to hear a bunch of criticism, at least I would have stirred people up. But mediocre? Gah.
I think this is why my blog goes weeks without a post. I am inspired to write constantly. But when I sit down and write it, I just don't think it's good enough, funny enough, engaging enough. Why do I care about a blog that's probably read by about 12 people? Who knows.
So, I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. I'm going to try to post with reckless abandon over the next month. I'm not going to do that weird NoBloJoDolo thing, but I want to just start saying what's on my mind without wondering if it's good enough. Here I go....