Writing Kind Of Hurts

So, I recently discovered what it was like to share your talent, only to find your passion for your writing is not reciprocated. I've always rather enjoyed writing, and I've very much enjoyed writing the story I'm currently working on, but I'm not entirely sure if everybody else does, which is odd. It doesn't necessarily upset me, per se, but it does strike an odd chord. I wrote the story for my own enjoyment, but also so others could. I never realised how much of an effect those that read what I post have on me. After all, I know my writing, I know my characters, but I don't know how everybody else feels about it. And finding out that, perhaps, others think my writing is substandard, really, for a moment, takes me away from it.

After you get deep enough into a story you're writing, and the characters within it, you almost become attached to it, at least in my experience. So, you go out and share it with the world, and that can be difficult, as not everybody will enjoy what you have to write, but maybe it's okay. You wrote it, others found it, they gave their opinions. But I realised, as I was writing this blog actually, that what others thought wasn't the most immediate concern running through my mind, after all, the greatest sense of joy one can receive from writing, is the simple act of bringing your ideas to life, and sharing them with others. In the end, I guess the point of this blog is to demonstrate that if you're feeling kind of down, about writing, or really about anything, you just have to remember that whatever it is you're choosing to do, you chose to do it because it makes you happy. Writing makes me very happy. I love writing, actually. It's a passion, and I'm honestly not sure there's anything on this earth that can dull the sense of joy I receive when I finally finish another section of my own little world.