Pathetic
Apr 30, 2003

There's nothing like reading a really good journal, or story for that matter to make your own attempts at expression seem pathetic. I'll keep on expressing, keep pushing through, but sometimes, after reading something really good, I almost feel ashamed at the meager things I share. Not to mention I pull anything I feel publishable from my writing site from now on, so most of what appears is not my best by any means. Does anybody even read my work from the shear pleasure of it?

Don't get me wrong, I love crits, I really do, I love to get better at writing, and I don't want them to pull punches...but I have yet to get that avid reader really. Someone who supports me indefinitely, who pleads for the newest piece I've written. That's why my sister made me so happy during my last journal entry. She proved that somebody, many people in fact, do read me, they like me, and they curiously inquire about more work from me. My sister has always been that way. I don't see her often though, and she's pretty much refused to read my works anymore until I finish the story. They don't have to be publishable, just finished. I'm going to finish my journey piece this year. For her. My writing may be meager, it perhaps may not be up to par with all the other things that make me feel so inferior, but I'm going to finish a story. I'm going to finish Stalemate. For my sister.