Blogging

I've been reading my old blogs. Boy, I got overly dramatic sometimes. I guess my writing has its own signature. I was talking about someone I know being a writer and wondering if they could be a better writer than me. The Honey told me that they weren't, and he was very adamant about it. I asked him how he knew they weren't better and he said, "If they were, they would be published." Instead of skewing it the negative way, I took it as a compliment and vowed to start writing. I'm going to do NaNoWriMo again, even though I didn't finish last year. Maybe I can get something started.

I am both excited and dejected about writing. I want to do it. I can feel my fingers itch to type. So why do I delay the ideas that fairly burst in my head? I guess if I had the answer to that question, I would be published.