I wish I could be a writer.
That declaration will sound odd to those who know me, since I earned my living as a writer and editor for many years. Even now, I enjoy the occasional volunteer assignment.
But I can’t write like this. Or this.
These posts have a passion that generally evades me when I am writing.
I ROCK as an editor. Yes, that’s bragging, but I do. I can make your writing sound fabulous and yet preserve the essence of your personal writing style.
I also can do a pretty decent job with news stories — just reporting the facts.
But write passionately about a subject that moves me? Nope.
Maybe I can’t sit still long enough for deep introspection. Perhaps the fear of my own emotions prevents from examining them enough to type or write them with honesty and rawness. Or maybe I am too scared to care that deeply about anything at all . . .
