“I long to walk in beauty like the night…”
I’m terribly bad at writing about me’s – honestly.
It’s hard. What do I say and what don’t I say? My passions are growing organisms often stifled by my own fears and insecurities. For the past six years – oh, wow my, the years have passed – I’ve grown to love the art of writing. For a long time, I didn’t even understand it as art. I just wanted something to be good at or at least say, I am good at.
I still don’t believe I’m good, but I desire to be the best I can. Or at least, find ways to express the groaning I feel within me when I don’t sit and write. If nothing else, my biggest desire is to cause people to stop and think. To digest. To pay attention to the emotions running within them. To help them understand why they think the way they do. Why, I think the way I do.
My accomplishments are little to none. I have never had the courage to seriously pursue getting a work published, but at the same time I haven’t felt any of my pieces were excellent to be published.
I just long to encourage and cause critic of how we live.
I admit, if one day I open and see my name as the author of a written work – indeed it will be a good day!
And so, I beg you to critic, judge and push me toward excellence.
[ Pouvoir Faire – to be able to do ]