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Going Off Piste for Day Six of My 30-Day Writing Challenge
Have you ever had a draft that felt truly terrifying to publish?
I had a plan for what I was going to publish today, day six of my 30-day writing challenge. It’s all been going relatively swimmingly. I have quite a few drafts that are near completion/basically done.
Plus I haven’t even tried one of my own prompts yet! 30 days of writing, an unlikely piece of cake? (I know, I am barely one week in, I shouldn’t get too cocky!). But there is one that has been calling my name to click publish off and on for over a year. I write a lot of VERY personal memoir here, it might surprise some people that I would hesitate to publish anything.
I admitted in my piece Ghosting, Ghosted, Gone… that I also hesitated to publish that one for fear of judgment. Part of this exercise in marathon publishing is to push me out of my comfort zone and to be less ruled by my perfectionism and self-criticism. My worries were wasted, it sank like a trace as it turned out lol! But it pales in comparison compared to my long dusty draft.
When I wrote it it felt like a declaration, a realization, that a very stupid thing I did when I was younger, was perhaps partly a result of a chain of events that weighed heavily on my psyche as a young woman. But I go back and forth every time I look at it. Am I…
