I often wonder if I use editing/proofreading as an excuse to not do my own writing. I mean, I've got to pay the bills, right? And checking someone else's work means I don't have to worry if my own isn't up to par.
But then, I start comparing...my own story to their story; my own sex scenes to their sex scenes, etc.
I told myself that editing would be good practice...but it seems to be pushing me further and further away from doing the real thing.
Maybe there is some merit to the old saying: Those who can't do, teach. Naaah, that's bullshit, and I know it. I am a talented artist, and I also teach art.
As I continue to juggle 10 different things, trying to piece together a living in this god-awful city, I feel I'm getting further and further away from what I truly am - an expressive, creative being who has so much more to offer. So much more of a purpose.
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