I have been writing to the Void for over thirty years! God I am old! Never mind that! And the Void has been good to me, never giving out, never providing ‘constructive’ feedback. I have been queen of my castle, master of my domain, for so long that now, when actual human beings read what I am writing I am like … ahhh … what do I do now?
Today for example, I wanted to write about three different things, something about a meeting of disillusioned witches in Dublin, something else about a revolutionary flamingo called Jean-Jacques, a bit about Tarot, but nothing seemed good enough!
I mean all those distorted, rubbery thoughts in my head stifled all my ability to get something out. Performance anxiety some would call it, I would call it: WTF?!
This is something I have hoped for, that people will read what I write and they will like it and I assume, validate me in a way, although, in fairness, I have been writing to the Void for so long, that even if nobody liked what I write I would still potter around in solitude.
It is exhilarating though, the thought, that somebody might actually like what I write.
I am aware that when you write things that cover multiple genres/topics, and they are quite different you will not appeal to everybody all the time, but I think it just is testimony of the multiple interests people can have.
I enjoy a lot writing my stories, my fables, my tarot insights, about my witches, my writer’s toils and troubles, about what I read or watch, or just see, or writing My secret novel! We all have one, no?
So yeah, I assume I just wanted to give myself permission in writing to write as I write, while hoping against hope that you will find my bits and bobs interesting.
I am grateful to you for joining my Void and for transforming my reality.
Thank you!
Could you write more on the disillusioned witches in Dublin as I fit that description!
Way to be real! I love writings about tarot and witches, so keep em coming!