To hold a pen…
Is it too early to be thinking about what I’ll be doing and how I will be living when I return to Canada? I can’t decide.
I’ve began to assemble what I’ve written so far, and the results are disappointing. It’s not the quantity that is the main issue (although there is nothing to brag about in that area either), but the quality.
Seems that much of what I wrote should see only the white pages of a journal, and be read only by the author. I wouldn’t go as far as saying that having the world read it could constitute a crime against humanity, but the thought did cross my mind as I read through some pages.
To the old saying that everyone has a book inside them, Christopher Hitchens replies ‘Yes, and for most people that is where it should stay.’
I am wondering the fate of my writing. But there are some pieces I’ve written which give me some hope, and if the end result is in any way a reflection of the inspiration behind the work, well, then everything will turn out just fine.
niemand kann dich oder dein Schreibtalent unterschatzen..wieso verlierst du dein Glaub an dich selbst?? bitte,geh weiter…weil jemand auf der anderen seite der Welt wartet gierig drauf,lieber Orangepole..
Danke für die warme Worte.
In ner Welt wo ich weniger und weniger Tatsache finde, eins bin ich sicher: schreiben werde ich nie aufhören. Was davon kommen wird… na ja, daran ändert sich meine Meinung von Tag zu Tag. :)