Easy does it.

It's not that I dislike writing...

But I do dislike knowing that when you read this, you will judge me. You won’t judge me for my fashion sense, like when you saw me walking down the street in my, I'm not sure I'm an appropriate age to be wearing this, outfit. You won’t judge me for my taste in literature, like that time you glanced at my bookshelf at a dinner party, spotting Etiquette for Dummies resting against 3 desperate editions of Chicken Soup for the Soul. When you read what I write, you will judge the complete me—everything that falls between my wardrobe and my book collection. That is the stuff I give weight to—the important stuff.  Though, the more weight I give, the harder the judgment falls.

That is what I dislike about writing.

As I stand at the potential onset of a vague writing career (crossing fingers, holding breath, spinning in circles trying not to jinx myself), I realize that I will inevitably have to let go. People will judge. Screw them… simple enough, right? Not at all. In fact, I’m creating this blog to ease my way into the public eye, so eventually the screw them mentality will fall into place.  I’m not rushing it though; I don’t expect to become a weathered, calloused, unfeeling writer overnight.  Those things take time.     

Easy does it, ghostwriter.