Reading: The Help by Kathryn StockettListening to: Rumour Has It by Adele
Random purchase: Rory's Story Cubes
Being a writer is nerve-wracking. I'm sitting here, tearing my hair out, wondering if anything I have to say will ever interest anyone, let along impact their lives. That's the thing: I don't know.
I can sit at my typewriter/computer/notebook 'til cows fly, and still be maddened by questions. Am I good enough? Does my writing matter? Who cares?
Am I good enough?
There is no formula, no test, quiz, scientific equation that can measure my weight in gold as writer. It's impossible to put a finger on. And, no, I'm not talking real gold. This is a question without an answer. But it has a remedy:
Forget about it. Forget about being "good enough" in order to do what you do. Sure, do what you do because you love it and do it to the best of your ability, but stop putting so much pressure on yourself to be perfect. Because, like me, you're human, and we aren't going to achieve a level that constitutes perfection. Not on this side of life.
Does my writing matter?
Let me answer my own question with some questions: Does it matter if it matters? Do I really need to move mountains with everything I pen? I need to ask myself why I'm doing this thing we call writing. I'm doing it because I enjoy it and feel I might have something to say. If even one of my motives is pure to a degree, then, yes, it matters...if not to others, it matters to me.
In the words of Luke Skywalker to Princess Leia in Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back... "I care." And that is enough.
So, I guess I've solved my own problem: Do what you love and do it first for yourself. It sounds selfish, maybe. It might even sound too laid back. But I'm an ISFP, and we take things too seriously, anyway.