The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Walk the Line.”
“It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else” — Erma Bombeck
Sharing my creative writing with others is gratifying as much as it is terrifying, because I’m not just writing for myself anymore. To say I don’t care what others think would be a blatant and unnecessary lie. I do care, and that’s not going away. I want to hear specific feedback, whether it’s all love or constructive criticism because they’re showing me that they believe I can grow. What gets to me is when I’m just given “Nice.” I don’t know if they mean it or if they’re just trying to be nice. Maybe I’m projecting my own doubts onto them (which isn’t fair to anyone). Maybe I shouldn’t say all of this because I shouldn’t let anyone see me sweat. Maybe I should hold back until I’m able to make others think writing always comes easy to me, but no. None of that is real — that isn’t me — and for whom’s benefit would I be doing it for? My mind wades through these thoughts as I listen to this song.