My work

I kind of feel like lately I've been showing my ass on here a little.

I mean, my process.  Showing my process.  Ahem.

I am writing about writing, a lot.  I am thinking about writing a lot, so I guess that makes sense, but it feels a little bit like naval gazing.  It feels a little self interested, a little small, a little like something no one cares to hear.

So, here I am writing about writing about writing.  D'oh.

But here's what I'm trying to say.

I think when I'm writing about writing, I'm not really writing about writing.

I'm writing about being who you are.

I am a writer.  This is my work.  That is a scary thing to say.

This is my work, and it's my work if I get one comment or a million, if it gets syndicated or not.  It's my work and it matters.

And when I try to pretend it doesn't matter, when I am so afraid to admit I want it to matter that I don't do it at all, then I am doing the world a disservice.

And here's the part where this post gets a little preachy and self-helpy.

Because you need to do your work, too.

And it's scary.

In fact, I think the scarier it is, the more certain you can be that it's the right thing for you to do.

I want to be successful at this, and by successful I mean that I want my words to touch people's hearts and change their lives.

But I want to do this even if I'm not successful.

Remind me that I said this on December 1st when I'm gorging myself on chocolate and not writing a blog post.