Catonsville Patch. Maybe I need to get one of those voice recorders so I don't get to this point and forget every flipping idea that has entered my head over the last couple of days. Call it nerves. Call it writer's block. Call it whatever you like, just pray that I can somehow find the words. Look at me, I can sit down and any moment on any of my other blogs and the words just flow freely. However you add a payment and an actual publication to the mix and it's like I'm mute. I know, who would have thunk? Me? Mute?
So what do I write about? It's my first ever paid writing gig. I will say, however, that it's certainly nice to know the topic. For a long time, I wasn't sure what I wanted to write about, hence the 4 million blogs I manage. The point is that I love to write. It's therapeutic for me, and if people happen to read it, that's just a bonus. Now the stakes are higher. If people don't read, I don't get to keep writing. Hhmmm, have I just stumbled upon the cause of my writer's block? Could I be afraid that I'm not actually that good at doing what I love? Shocking revelation peeps, I have insecurities. Why do I get the feeling I'm about the walk into a high school cafeteria buck naked? Risky.
All right, I have to just do it, dive in, and pray I know how to swim. Prayers appreciated. This is going to be a bumpy ride with a super secret and equally exciting destination. I'll let you know when it's up and running. I trust that, as my true friends, you'll give me honest and constructive feedback (while keeping my very fragile ego in mind).
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