My blog entries are so few and far between that sometimes I wonder if it’s worth having the link to it from my Twitter page (on which, incidentally, I am particularly active. It’s not surprising: 140 characters is pretty easy to adhere to and comments are written, read and forgotten in seconds during Twitter rush hours.) But the way I look at it, even if my contributions are sparse, for me it’s a way of confronting my chronic fear of exposure. I doubt anyone who has visited my Twitter page has ever clicked on the link to here and I certainly don’t promote it. But I’ve made the choice to become a writer. Not the sort of writer who just writes to express themselves and get thoughts down and clear out the mess in their head (although I do an awful lot of that, which doesn’t make me unusual). Not just that. I’ve made a career choice. This is what I want to do, to write, to be published and with that comes the obligation to expose work and make it open to criticism.
Of course. *slaps head*
It’s not the thought of exposing my work that breaks me out in a cold sweat at all. It’s criticism.
I’ve had twelve rejections for heaven’s sake, what the hell am I so afraid of?
You know, I was about to read back through this and check I’m happy with it before hitting ‘publish’. Sod that. So enjoy this. Or don’t. I’m just grateful you’re reading it.