Hello again. I am braving it out for my second post and want to start by saying thank you to those lovely and intelligent people who were nice enough to read my first blog, you obviously have good taste. My blogs are random as I like to discuss what is going through my brain on the day. Today I was thinking about trying to achieve success as a writer and if it is ever going to happen or if my lack of genius will be a barrier.
There are so many wonderful writers with original ideas already out there, how can I compete? I've been entering competitions (with very limited success) and have taken to posting my short stories on this website so someone, other than my friends and family who are predisposed to telling me my stories are great, can read them. This comes with a problem. Are my stories any good, or am I like those American/Australian Idol wannabees who can't sing, can't dance and are laughed at by audiences around the world; I want to know, who the hell is telling them they should audition? Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind and honesty would have been a good idea before they humiliated themselves in front of millions of people.
I like my stories, I wrote them after all, but do I have beer goggles on when I'm assessing them? Am I writing in tune, or falling flat, do my characters move with the grace of Fred Astaire or stumble like one of those no-talent, self deluded contestants? I guess I'll never know as, like those hopeful singers, I am living in my own world and will never stop trying. Why? Because I love it, I can't help myself and anyway, what would those critics know anyway?