This has been a thoroughly frustrating week for writing. I had planned to rework a Rembrandt Parable, then record it as a podcast. All that changed when I reread my story for an audience Sunday night. There are few things so terrifying as reading a story for a group of people and discovering I have to improvise several sections. The tepid response validated my suspicions.
The several attempts to settle down with my story were thwarted by the myriad of trifles that impose themselves on our lives. I was finally able to sit down with my story for a few minutes this morning. It still hasn’t met with my satisfaction. So, the struggle continues.
There is no worse critic than ourself. It’s admirable to get up and share a story with an audience and not be completely deterred when the feedback is not what you desired. You are a spirited writer and that quality is priceless. It will see you through.
Thank-you for your encouragement. Through this I’m learning perseverance. I hope.