As writers go, I am not quite up to average level. No one has told me I am below average but it is what I feel. I see stories and poems by others and know I can never pen anything that deep, compelling, provoking, etc.
Everyone who writes for public consumption must face critics. Some people are (hopefully) going to connect with your work while others won’t. I haven’t heard of a book that has received nothing but praise in both private and public citizens.
My critics have been more kind than cruel to me. Even negative feedback has a purpose if done right. Though, I have been told I couldn’t publish a classified ad I wrote if I paid triple the going rate. (Ouch!)
So, is my thought about my mediocrity right?
Well, I think it is. Perception of self is important for anyone but it is excessively vital for artists. Some days, the only reason I keep writing is I can’t stop myself.
I keep this blog to document my trials and maybe inspire someone who CAN do this better than me to begin. It also makes me accountable to myself while I pen publicly.
Maybe one day I will stop submitting, shut down my blog, and just write in the shadows of ink and promise. But not today.