Confidence is a preference of the habitual voyeur…

I don’t know if this is true of all writers, but the ‘health bar’ of my ego dwindles at an alarming rate. And the lower it goes, the less I even want to try – for fear of failure or ridicule or both. So when someone comes along and confronts you and says “fucking write something and stop navel gazing” (or words to that effect), it comes as a self-belief power-up that you just can’t generate yourself.

So thank you to my friend Kam for strong-arming into writing again. And thank you for dredging up that little bit of ‘oomph’ in my soul that reminds me that a personal blog is just that – personal. It doesn’t matter what I write, or how often, or who reads it or who doesn’t, it’s an exercise for my rapidly atrophying creative muscles. And an exorcise for all those self-doubt demons that have been gnawing on my psyche for so very long.

I don’t know where this will lead and I’m not trying to prove anything to anyone except myself. Let the scribbling begin!

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