My descriptive writing needs a little work - ‘Her hair is BROWN and she has DARK eyes’. This sort of vocabulary would be barely adequate to play ‘Guess Who’ with. Blah, it is times like this that I would usually just stop - resigned to forever being some sort of inarticulate literary mute. I wonder whether I should push at the resistance, to see if I can make some sort of small progress. Or am I struggling too much? Am I over-thinking? Should I give up and accept what I’ve got. Poor communication skills and very little aptitude for writing.
Then, a terrible thought. Am I the equivalent of a fame hungry auditionee on a reality talent contest like X Factor. Not only no-talent, but a combination of freakish incompetence and no self-awareness to realise it. Is my blog screeching out over the internet tannoy system, making ears bleed everywhere? I know I do not write well, and know I am unlikely ever to reach a publishable standard, but should I even bother blogging at this point on my journey. Does the internet need one more pollutant, does it need an increase in noise - will I have the bleeding ears of every visitor on my conscience?
On reflection…I do at least want to record some sort of journey, even if it all about the experiences along the way rather than reaching some sort of goal. I like a challenge, and would like to walk through life with the tenacity to push against every barrier. Even if sometimes I will have to expose myself to criticism and risk potential embarrassment. To have a journey, rather than shackle myself static with unrealistic self imposed restrictions and expectations.
