Four years and two moves back, I met regularly with two mom friends who also write. A couple times a month we'd gather in the evening over tea and talk writing: goals, how-to, accountability. One was writing as a fairly steady job, one contributed regularly to a couple magazines and blogged, one worked (non-writing) part-time and blogged some. The last being me.
When the circle came to me I went through my stuff, but I was generally wrought with angst. I knew I loved to write and felt the "I'm built like this" deep down, but at the same time it seemed pointless. There were so many out there already writing.... and writing so well. Writing about... the same topics I wrote about, the ones that pulled my heartstrings. Everyone already read these folks. Why add volume to a full, well-covered landscape? I couldn't say anything better than they'd said it. And with everything already out there, there wouldn't be anything new to say. (Anyone feel me here?)Read More