Demotivation
My short story did not get selected for the reesdsy contest as I said in the post before, but life goes on. I am not saying I am motivated, but I neither am thinking of giving up yet.
I still have the comedy that I submitted last week. Maybe that will be more successful. I am not in the mood of writing a new work this week, so I decided I would do some errands on my day off.
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But is this really true what it says on the cup. Can you really want yourself into winning a creative writing contest? Or are some people meant to be writers and others not. Also how do I know if I am meant to be a writer? Does the urge to write and the fact that it is fun entitle me to be one?
So many unanswered questions. I think I just want someone to confirm that my writing has some sort of meaning and value. But maybe there will not be anyone out there to confirm it, so I just have to believe in it.
If I were to make an extreme parallel with giving life a meaning, I would say we ourselves have to give it meaning. So by analogy I am the only one who can give meaning to my own writing. Hiding from it and not preforming the act of writing is almost like hiding from my true nature.
So there are no more excuses. Taking a breath, rolling up my sleeves and I embark again on the road towards myself through my writing.
