I haven't posted in a few days. Still working on my piece about WHY I didn't see him before he died. Damn this is hard. I'm also still pimping out KING and QUEEN - desperate for readers. I get so insecure when it comes to my real writing.
I wish my writing flowed... but that almost never happens. It comes out more like a hiccup - one sentence at a time.
QUESTION - What makes a person who plays an instrument a musician, and is it the same as what makes a person who writes a writer?
Is writing a skill or a talent? Can you learn to be a talented writer or is it a gift?
As you may have guessed, I'm still struggling with believing in myself.
Because I'm getting REALLY annoyed at home, I'm going to try writing at the library today - after I get my car out of the shop and before I head to the office. So from now on, DON'T TEXT or CALL ME from 8am to 1:00pm, unless it's a REAL emergency!!!
See... I'm cranky again. Like I was on the day of the marathon. I think I'll stay this way until I finish telling you WHY I didn't see him before he died.