A blank piece of paper holds everlasting promise, until the first word gets written. Then it’s all over. Then the critiques can flow with abandon, the snears begin, the questions of grammatical correctness can be asked, and the writer (in this case me) just crawls back in the shell and gives it up.
I’ve given it up for umpteen years. I’d rather write in Spanish than expose my lack of creativity in English. My Spanish is not good. I suppose you will be the judge of how good my English is.
But maybe you aren’t here to judge. That would be something. We’ll go with that. We’ll assume you aren’t here to judge, and in that case, I can just ramble on….
September 11, 2008 at 2:47 am |
I am certainly not here to judge, but will offer any help you might need along the way.
Not that I am the final word, or even a sensible one, when it comes to journaling. Actually, if you just look at what *I* do and do the opposite, you should be okay.
I’m glad to see you writing.