I’m always in awe every time I peruse the other blog sites; their writings are eloquent, articulate, beautiful, concise, humorous, lyrical and picturesque. Even after all these years of writing, I sometimes feel like I’m not in their league.
Because of that, I tend to have a qualm with my writing style; doubts creep in. Am I too wordy? Is my writing clear enough to get the message across? Am I too boring? Not funny enough? What are the other readers thinking?
Every time I sit at my computer to write, I always wonder if the words that I choose truly evoke what I’m feeling deep inside. Because of that, my writing process is hampered. 
Often times I get stuck trying to figure out how to convey my thoughts into words. Do I use simple words? Are there more elegant ones that would make it sound more thought provoking? If I use those words will I sound too flowery? Or will it make me sound like an idiot for not using it the correct way? 
The plethora of words wage war and usually the victor emerges after a few minutes. But even then, I still question as to how I’ll form sentences with it. 
Writing shouldn’t be this difficult right? It should be free flowing without any debilitating thoughts. Or at least that’s how I envision it. Why do I always go through this?!
I do admit that I’m getting better at not having these hang-ups but the thoughts are there in my somnolent memory waiting to bust out unexpectedly.
But I’ve concluded that this is what I love to do. So I just plow ahead, write it down and not fret! The way I write is who I am and I should accept it. Other writers don’t care. We all do this because this is our passion. We only care if we are inspired, entertained or informed about one another’s writings.
So in the end, it’s all good.
My father’s quiet strength, extensive knowledge, vast experiences, quirky sense of humor, gentle kindness and champion against all forms of danger belied his gruff, stern exterior. No amount of thanks will ever be enough for what he’s done in my life.
