Moon at Half Past Noon

It’s not the fear of inspiration deserting me that plays on my mind. I am afraid of being revealed to myself as a sham. When it comes to writing, hard work is not enough, at least to my mind. Letting the words flow and conjuring images is easy. What is difficult is to seek a truth, which once revealed belongs to everyone.

I am about to begin a new journey—Fiction writing! I have written a lot, but most of it badly. A shallow mind breeds weathered flowers. Now, I begin with dread and trepidation. My mind is full of ideas, but inside I am a nervous kid, afraid of being embarrassed and ridiculed. Ambition goads me, and lack of talent drags me down. :)

Yet, I am channelling all the goodwill and blessings that have made my life relatively easier. I hope my gumption and obsession overcome the greater challenges. Wishful thinking it is not, I hope…