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Journal #47

March 23, 2021 by Deanna Repose Oaks

I am having some trouble writing lately. The weight of the world is so heavy… Each word I write has a certain meaning to me, but altogether another meaning to those that read them. Who am I writing for? Me. I write for me. But, am I ready for any backlash that may occur because I write for me? These questions are constantly circling my mind as I sit down to write and the weight of it just buries me.

I try digging myself out of it, but the avalanche has unleashed an Everest of snow.

But I keep trying, so that’s something. I am proud of trying, upset that I am failing. The dichotomy of this does not escape me at all.

Filed Under: My Writing Life

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