One of my biggest insecurities is my writing ability. I have had various people to encourage me in writing, but I truly struggle with it. I’m not sure why, probably because of the criticism from teachers I’ve had over the years, but who really knows. Once, by a prompting from one friend here on WordPress, I began a short story. I only wrote two chapters before getting stuck and unsure where to take it. But my halt in writing has a lot more to do with my own lack of confidence in writing than any other reason.
Well, I have a friend on Twitter, whom is a published author and fellow alcoholic (I won’t identify her, because I’m not sure she would want that), that had asked about my inner voices – Stephanie and Hilda. So, I shared my blog with her and she thought I write very well and even suggest that I should/could consider turning what I write about into a book. The thing she said that brought a smile to my face is,
“I think you write beautifully! And I’m not saying it to be nice!”
I appreciated it, quite a bit. I’m not sure a book will ever be on my agenda, but having someone take notice of my writing is very humbling.