so why am I silent?

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I write, publish only here… Why? Fear of failure? No. Fear of the great mother flying out of the grave, making me ashamed for having any talents at all.

Just do it, the commercials say. But how to get around the great heap of fear, sitting like an elephant in the room.

5 thoughts on “so why am I silent?”

  1. But not to do it . . . gives the past too much power. It’s one of those things that we actually do control, this trying. Take one step, just one step . . . and then another. C’mon in, Patti. Time to get dirty!

  2. You’re right, Shirl. I’ve actually switched my nanowrimo project over to an autobiography, of sorts. I can write about ancient Rome some other time.

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