To write daily.
To find my “voice.”
Because for the last several years, I have been working on some short stories, life essays, a book.
Sound familiar?
I have lots of story inventory, some finished. A few have been submitted, and naturally, rejected. But many stories unfinished, unpolished, slumbering in the dark recesses of my MacBook, waiting to be brought back to life.
I have read some remarkable writings on some remarkable blogs that are full of creative content that I can only hope someday to attain in my own writings.
As I continue to develop my own voice, I am unsure yet what it is I am wanting to call out to the world.
I proceed tenuously ...
cautiously
afraid that I might not be good enough
or funny enough
or insightful enough
or even ...
enough.
But always,
missing the mom gene
