Hidden
Hidden
I’ve got the Poets Market, and am getting all my stuff ready to sell.
But, now, I don’t want to. I don’t want to send it out. I don’t want other people to see it, and read it.
Well, I want other people to see it and read it. But, just not my family. I don’t want them to be my family. I don’t want them to be related to me. They suck my motivation away 90 percent of the time. I don’t need that.
I don’t want them to know me any longer. They want me to be the same lil thing that I as in Jr high, and High School. But, I am not. I’ve not only grown up physical, but they missed me growing mentally. Now, they are refusing to deal with the fact that I make my own choices now, not them.
For some odd reason, they also don’t trust me. I am at a loss as to why. I’ve never lied to them, never gave them a reason not to. That kind of hurts that they don’t trust me. I don’t trust them, but they’ve spent 21 years telling me lies, and not helping me climb to reach all that I can do.
This has made me stronger. I am stronger then that. I will overcome it. I will send out my work, with the vain hope that they will never come across it, never read it. And if they do, that the meaning of the words will not click. That they won’t have some great incite into my life once they do.
I will pay my bills using writing.
on February 28, 2007 on 1:23 pm
Have you explored “The Artist’s Way” yet? If not, I think you’re going to love what it can do for you. Good luck with paying your bills with your writing and sending out those submissions!
on February 28, 2007 on 3:30 pm
will have to look at it, thank you.
on March 1, 2007 on 7:48 pm
I can see how you would be apprehensive about sharing something so intimate with those closest to you, but I think it’s something all writers must get over – we can’t expect to shed our skin and hide our innards from whomever we choose.
on March 2, 2007 on 9:36 am
grins. i never would have thoutht of that. but, at the same time, i don’t need to show off the space intbetten my orgens to everyone.