46. Story Forty Six...
She closes her eyes. Prays.
As it stands, 414 people have looked at whatever I'm writing.
That's a lot of people.
I'm not sure many of those people have actually taken the time to read all these stories (if I can still call them that), and I imagine that many of them weren't actually engaged by my writing. That, in itself, doesn't scare me; I'm writing for myself more than anyone else. However, it has left me with the burning desire to have written six meaningful words every time I publish a chapter. I don't like the idea of 414 people thinking I'm trivial or absorbed in the unimportant. So I have been trying to make every six words that I spout out perfect.
I still haven't succeeded in that.
I probably never will; six words just isn't enough to convey all the things I would like to say about this crazy world. I am still in the process of accepting this fact but it does make writing rather difficult. I just have to learn to write for fun again, not to show off how clever I am; that leads to pretension and only serves to annoy people.
I'm going to stop writing these because I feel like I have to make sense of the world in six words at regular intervals. I'm going to write when I want to, when I have ideas, when I have something to say... When there is a point to it.
Hopefully, this way, I'll go back to enjoying writing instead of being scared of it.