“I want to be published,” I said. By “I,” I mean “me,” the Daily Pages I had once been, and that would become this blog post. I didn’t know that being published would be my destiny back then. Back then, I was just Daily Pages. “You’re not good enough,” said the ego.
I like this, “All writing was worth publishing. Not all was worth reading. And that was fine. I needed to be written, not to be read. [...] A writer exists to bring writing into existence. The writing exists to inform the writer--and whoever reads it.“ 🧐
To write, be a writer. To publish, be a publisher.
I like this, “All writing was worth publishing. Not all was worth reading. And that was fine. I needed to be written, not to be read. [...] A writer exists to bring writing into existence. The writing exists to inform the writer--and whoever reads it.“ 🧐
Wonderful. I should write.
So familiar with this struggle. Congratulations for your insights and reality! PS: you are good enough!