I read recently that there is no such thing as an aspiring writer. You write or you don’t. You may not be a good writer,or a published writer. these things you can aspire to become. But if you write you are a writer, if you don’t, you are not, and never will be. I write, therefore I am a writer. That’s right, I am a pen-monkey. I found that phrase referring to writers and I love it.
Some of what I write will be terrible, that’s ok, Mama loves all her babies, even the terrible ones. I just won’t be showing those off to company. Like children ,some times stories are badly behaved little monkeys, running and climbing and spouting bits of wisdom out-of-order. If you work with them, love them and keep trying they will settle down and you can start to put a little order to the chaos. You can cajole the quiet ,shy ones to whisper their secrets. I think that is true for most things. If you do what you love,and put in the work, it will get better. That’s what I tell my self every time that blank piece of paper is laughing at me.
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