(I had forgotten about writing this awhile back, but it's worth posting.)
Your 12 year old cousin sits quietly, laptop in hand, reading your blog. Sometimes I question whether or not I really produce interesting work. Mama cast a knowing glance at me and said, "You've done good when you can keep an 11 (now 12) year old's attention for several hours." I guess she's right.
After writing for such a long time, you learn that no paper will ever be perfect. No story will be complete, but you begin to be okay with it. Sure, I revise, revise, and revise again to make sure that I've fully developed my ideas, but my mama has taught me that you can only do so much.
An English professor of mine once said something that I still remember, "There's no such thing as great writing only great rewriting." How true that is. When he first said that, I was a freshman navigating the waters known as English 101. I woke up on the first day of school a little nervous but full of excitement because I had to the opportunity to learn at a different level. To be challenged in areas that I hadn't thought about.
Thanks, Mikayla for reminding me why I started writing in the first place...for others to enjoy.
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We need those little reminders. Nice post as usual.
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