Two months ago I joined a writers' group that meets fortnightly. Such a great move –
for the first time I’m sharing my writing, hanging out with people who are
willing to tell me what they think and make suggestions. It feels so freeing, and long overdue, to be
letting go of all those nasty voices (in my head) that tell me what I have to
say is rubbish and leave me sitting in a puddle of weary misery, staring at a
blank word document. Is it possible for
a blank page to heckle you? I think so.
P.S. Thank you Dr Seuss for the image - 'Self Portrait of an Artist Worrying About his Next Book'
(for more Dr Seuss artwork check out http://www.tvhgallery.com.au/drseuss.html)
