After penning down a piece which I consider to be utterly revelatory, one thing which I find out, is that I am scared. After the ovation is the loudest and the whispers of ‘she’s so good!’ has died down, I ask myself what the next inspiration would be, and where it would come from. Will.
I happen to know a lot of writers. Some traits can be smelt (detected) a mile away, and one of them is passion. One other “sniffable” trait? Insecurity. I have attempted to piece together reasons for this state of insecurity, and one reason which comes up frequently is rejection. There is something immensely creative about.
To be sincere, I’d rather write up an entire lengthy article or book than edit. Editing stresses me, as well as proofreading. I like to get away from work that I’ve done as fast as possible and I’m guilty of not re-reading because it makes me feel like deleting the entire article. Stephen King said.
