I’m starting today’s post…
With an explanation about yesterday’s post.
When I said I was impressed with my own writing…
It may have been construed that I’m vain…
Let me be the first to say…
My writing skills Sucked!
It was for NaNoWriMo…
I wrote on the fly…
Those three stories will need…
MASSIVE doses of editing.
It was the stories that surprised me…
And as a writer, you know…
You don’t always know…
Where your stories come from.
I remember last year…
Sitting in front of my laptop…
Thinking, I have no clue what to write…
I just put my fingers to the keys…
And let my mind free float or free fall…
Or whatever a mind does to create….
And the stories came out…
I didn’t care about grammar…
Or punctuation..
Or arcs.
I just wrote and wrote and wrote.
Then, at the end of November…
I forgot about them.
And that’s why yesterday…
When I read them, I was surprised, the stories were good.
So why am I justifying liking my own stories?
‘Cause just like all writers have ideas…
All writers have insecurities.
Or do you?
And if so…what are you insecure about?
Always, Em-Musing
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