I really wish I was a better writer than I am.
I'm not saying this to invoke sympathy or reassurance, but I'm simply acknowledging the fact that I cannot write as well as I would like.
And I think it's partially my fault.
I really should practice more so that when I actually do have something significant to share with the world, I'll actually be able to wield the words I want to use.
Part of the problem is feeling a bit overwhelmed by the vast storehouse of literature already available and I wonder about the importance of my own contribution.
However, this thought has been faced and dealt with by authors and English majors since those 'titles' came into play.
I'm not a great poet, my essays lack spirit, and I've only written a couple stories, and having studied some literature, I have become very aware of the ginormous amounts of writing that is simply shifted aside to make way for the 'greats' (predominantly Western, well-educated men).
Not that I've minded reading those books, but so much stuff is accidentally ignored and forgotten, that I sometimes wonder about the importance of my personal contribution.
I suppose I should practice and write things regardless of who will or will not read it.
And it is somewhat arrogant of me to assume that something I write could impact someone else and be remembered forever (pretty sure I'm not the next Shakespeare).
But isn't that what books and stories are for?
To impact and change the way people think?
To bring light into dark places?
Maybe my stories could do that, maybe no one will ever read them but me and my computer, but I guess my excuses are somewhat lame and I should keep writing simply because it is important and good practice.
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