I've been trying to write about the riff that my t and I had over reading my journal. It's kind of a long story as there was a parrallel event going on as well. Unfortunately I'm having trouble writing it.....or is it that I'm having trouble telling it? Hmmmm. Not sure.
I think part of the reason I'm having trouble is that I'm having performance anxiety. Actually I'm not sure if that quite describes it. You see L did read my blog, the whole thing, and last week she kept saying that I'm a really good writer and she sees writing in my future. I definitely enjoy writing, but I don't think I have any really knack for it. Or maybe I do think I have a knack for it, but I've never thought anyone outside my own head would have thought that.
Now I find myself analyzing every word I type, which I think curbs my style....assuming I actually have a style.
So the story of L reading my blog sits unfinished. It was too much work to write. This morning I had a thought, maybe I just need to write something easier to get me started. So this is my shot at it.