Reading Keri Smith's list of "How to be Miserable as an Artist" has reminded me of a number of my cop-outs for not creating. Even blogging gets stopped by comparing myself to others. There are so many damn blogs out there, and so many really fantastic ones written by creative, dynamic women who (seem to) have their lives in order, I am reluctant to take mine seriously. There is that tiny tickle at the back of my head that says "I could be the next Dooce!" - and kindof knowing that I am not going to have millions of followers (and lovers and haters) within a month seems to burst my bubble quite effectively.
So, here goes. It is ok if I just write because it is good for me and I enjoy it. It doesn't matter if noone reads it. Note to self: Hi there, reader! One is a wonderful number!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment