You may remember my post from last Saturday. I gave a writing prompt involving a cast off pair of undies and challenged you all to write a little story about it.
Many people visited the post, many clicked on the picture for a close-up of the undies, and many clicked on my “contact me” page, as if they were considering submitting a tale. (Can you tell I’m addicted to my stats page?)
Alas, no tale was submitted. This leads me to believe one of four things happened:
- You did not find a cast-off pair of undies inspiring. Honestly, I find this hard to believe. Someone threw off their skivvies in wild abandon and that didn’t spark your curiosity? No, it can’t be true. False on all accounts.
- You were intimidated by the quality comment submitted by Margo at That Little Voice:
Freedom I sought as I walked in the park.
Freedom I gained as I stopped in that park.
Let loose from restraints that kept me earth bound.
Let loose to feel freedom in all my around.
This is understandable, for that is one heck of a comment. I’m considering having it printed and framed. (I wonder if Margo would autograph it for me?)
3. You are far too busy to think about someone walking around skivvy-less. Again, I understand. It saddens me, but I understand.
Then I got to thinking, there might be a fourth reason:
4. You were about to submit your story when Fear stepped in and whispered in your ear,”Your story isn’t good enough” he said. “Someone will write something better. Don’t even try.”
If that is the case, I have to say, I understand this one all too well. Fear and I go way back.
He whispered in my ear when I was offered a position at a newspaper to write a human interest column. “You’re not good enough,” he said. “Don’t accept it.” I didn’t accept it.
He whispered in my ear when I spent two years writing a novel and let a grand total of four people read it. “It’s not good enough,” he said. “Of course they said they liked it; they’re related to you. You’ll never get an agent. It’ll never get published. Who are you kidding?” I stuck the manuscript in a drawer and there it remains.
He even whispered in my ear when I started this blog, until finally I turned to him and said, “OMG! It’s just a freakin’ blog! Just SHUT UP already!”
I’ve been thinking a lot about Fear lately, and the role he’s played in my life, since I read a review of Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. The reviewer quoted this from the book:
Creativity and fear will always be linked. When you try to create a life without fear, you murder your creativity.