I think it’s time for a make-over. Not a make-over of myself because I’ve done that. Two years ago, I was not the person I am now. I didn’t wear a hat and tinted glasses then. I do now. I didn’t keep a blog then. I do now. I didn’t write nearly as much stuff then, but I do now. A lot has changed. Maybe it’s time for me to make over the other part of me. The ‘social media’ part of me.
I’m not hiding behind a fake face, or a fake name, or anything like that. I’m not actually hiding at all. I’m an introvert. So, in writing, I’m in my simplest form.
I’ve never thought much about my writing, I just know I’ve always loved it as an activity. I used to write all the time–lists, letters, poems, my name, subject notes, etc. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading or drawing. I used to free-hand draw all the time, but dropped it in high school. I loved to write, but I didn’t share any of it. Not even the letters. When I did write a letter and actually give it to the person I wrote it to, things were never good. So, I’ve always been afraid to write to share, but then I began keeping a journal and even that took time for me to confide in. I was afraid someone would pick it up and read it, or my little sister would snoop around because she was good at doing that. It wasn’t until recent years that I’ve began to come out of my shell. I’ve always been afraid of what others would think of my work. I’ve had a lot of overly-critical, ‘so-called’ friends, and just as many overly-judgmental relatives to go with them.
I don’t think of things that way anymore. Constant writing practice and learning to trust my conscious and subconscious thoughts have helped me navigate this path I’ve found in the literary world, and while I’m comfortable where I’m at, I can’t stop.
If I’ve learned anything from writing, it’s ‘don’t stop’, and ‘don’t be afraid to stand out’.