There is room here in the shallows

Long ago, I had wanted to be a writer. More specifically, a fantasy writer. Someone who could weave tales of far off places and people. I didn’t put the time in and despite a couple attempts at NaNoWriMo, I haven’t done a lot of writing that I would point to.

I feel that I get caught up in the idea of what it means to write something meaningful.

I am comparing my writing to others on micro.blog.

I was told by a friend the following:

You compare what you perceive you lack with their best.

It’s part of what makes FaceBook work.

And it’s not fair.

It’s not fair to myself to punish myself in such a way. If I want to writer “better”, I have to define what is “better” and do the things that will make me better in that way.

Or, I can just simply continue to write because I enjoy it.

It’s not about lowering my standards, it’s about doing what I enjoy and not limiting what I can do with fear of what I can’t.

It’s also not fair to any readers.

For you, this is all you really want. Good dialog from a “decent stranger”.

You can write on Micro.blog as well.

It doesn’t have to be deep and there is plenty of room in the shallows.

Mandaris Moore @mandaris