Monday

I'm writing this blog instead of working on one of my articles. Is this a limber up or an avoidance?

A friend of mine was runner up in a poetry competition. I am very pleased for her, even as the old jealousy kicks in. And that chunters on even as I list my own achievements over the last six months and tell myself again that publication is not the be all and end all of writing. Being creative is. Being true to myself is. The vagaries of the publication/competition world are the racks I may choose to torture my spirit on, but they are not the final judge of whether I am a good enough writer.

The sun is shining outside, would it be an avoidance or a nurturing to go and sit in it and ponder the world as it glows?