New School Year

Well, not quite. Mine started in June, but as September is the traditional beginning of the school year... In any case, the semester has begun with its readings, assignments, and mentor submissions of the newest manuscript installment.

It's been a difficult summer. Much of my writing efforts have resulted in opening the work, staring at the screen for half an hour, then shutting it down. Nevertheless, the work was done and submitted. I'm not sure writing can ever be described as fun, but there is the knowing that the work is good. I've lost that sense of satisfaction, too. I shouldn't have.

My reading went well; heartfelt thanks for everyone's comments- you've no idea how much they're valued. The submission, notes and meeting with my mentor

went equally well. Again, my thanks and appreciation. Yet, I find it impossible to take credit for the work and feel it's earned and deserved. Hence, I babble, "I just do my thing," and dismiss it as happenstance, verbiage placed in some accidental order that somehow works. I've only just realized how that minimizes the thoughts, feelings, time and comments that others put into the reading and listening. Wrong, that.

I think I'll make a New School Year's Resolution: Learn to take pride (quietly) in what I do. Learn to be confident and accepting of its (my) worth.