Journaling June: Neanderthal Again?

I suffer monumental road rage. My daily commute is a hell of shrieking expletives and obscene finger gestures. Living in Houston, TX means that one day I might catch a bullet for my troubles.

For what it’s worth I recognize my problem and have taken steps to lessen this aggression. I get up at an uncivilized hour, 3AM, to beat the traffic on my commute to/from work each day. I meditate and practice deep breathing. And, most recently I discovered the nonfiction of Terry Pratchett—I listen to audiobooks during my commute. Pratchett’s A Slip of the Keyboard is every bit as brilliant and hilarious as Mark Twain, which is the highest praise I can give.

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Journaling June: Closet Writer

What an apt term: closet writer. I get it from Jina Bazzar, another WordPress blogger who I recommend you go read. In her comment on yesterday’s post, Journaling June: Prelude, she wrote: “You want to write, but you keep your writing in the closet, afraid of what people will think of it.” Yep. That pretty much hits the nail on the head.

(speaking of hitting on the head, we do tend to poke our head out every so often, which would make us a wack-a-mole writer.)

Dear Gawd! It’s much too early on to start this tomfoolery. Moving hastily on. . .

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Journaling June: Prelude

“We don’t discourage enough writers.”

Whether or not you’ve ever been in a writing workshop, I’ll wager you know that sentence is one you’d least like to hear after reading your piece for critique. That’s exactly the kind of thing I heard multiple times in my undergrad studies in creative writing. Not from my fellow students, from the teachers. I might have shrugged off such comments from my peers. It’s likely needless to say that I’ve got a bit of PTSD when it comes to writing.

Strangely, I’ve also got the exact antipode drive: I HAVE to write.

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