Okay, here’s the deal. When it comes to my writing it has always been a private affair for me. When I was younger, a lot of my writing was a … journal of sorts. It was a way for me to get out my frustration and things that were bugging me through my day. I was never that great at the whole “dear diary my day was blah” type thing and so when I was around 11 or so I really started to write. Crappy poetry and stories, and I’ll be honest, none of it was really that great (see entries on depressing teenage poetry) and since it was such a private part of me I never really shared it. I didn’t want it to be something that someone else looked at and looked down upon. That would have hurt more then anything else.
So, to the question, sharing my writing is a very recent aspect of my life and really I am still very hesitant at doing it. There are only a select few that have seen it. Pretty much just my husband and some of my closest friends, I think I’ve also shown bits and pieces to my parents but very little. And honestly when I shared that poetry on here that was a big step for me, a release of sorts, something to share and show that I am serious about what I do (even though a majority of it was terrible). There are plenty of pieces of my writing that I keep close to my chest still and it’s still very difficult for me to give that permission for someone to read it. I mean, my writing is my “diary”, something my mind classifies as private.
One thing that really helped me break away from that privacy shell, or at least cracked it enough for me to show some of my work, was meeting my husband. I told him about the fact that I wrote and he wanted to see some of it. I started off slow and I started showing him random things. Then I started showing more of what I wrote and I started talking about it. Being as close to him as I am and knowing that he would never do anything to hurt me helped me start to share my writing with the world. Plus he always encouraged me; there was no looking down upon or doubt. So he alleviated all the fears I had had built up around my writing.
Basically, there are plenty of scenes I haven’t written or shared with people. There are plenty of people out there who haven’t even seen a single line from my writing. But I’m starting to share more and more and hopefully won’t be as fearful to share any longer. I mean how can I even think about getting published if I’m not willing to share what I’ve written?
Past Entries:
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Day Twenty-One
Cara Mia Amore
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