Hi.

I'm mostly saying hi to myself. But hello to you too.

It's been a year or two of self-inflicted torment, and I'm trying to crawl out from under it. Once I chose to write, I forgot how to do it. Once I realized the power of my thinking, I lost it. A form of writer's block, really. But not because my (proverbial) creative juices dried up; but because my confidence disappeared, and my pride took over.

It's hard to put out things that are less than perfect.

I'm less than perfect in real life; we all are. But it's hard to put things down on paper, online, into the ether(s). I don't want anyone to read work that's mine and not as good as I am. h8 u innanet.

I'm starting to realize, though, that no one cares. I'm starting to realize that my pride, my obsession with perfection, my crippling fear of being creative is another beast entirely: it's delusion. Because no one cares.