loudly mmmming over food/ We Want You

I'd like to believe that in college I'll have a fridge/pantry (and freezer)
and it will be full of (in this order):
blueberries
creme cheese
bluberry bagels
blueberry pancakes
gala apples
kettle cooked chips
baby carrots
black olives
greek yogurt
sweet peas
pop tarts
tangelos
gnutella
nilla wafers
ocean spray cranberries
lasagna
numi green tea
peppermint tea
limeade
and
pumpernickel bread



If you aren't passionate about what you write, why do you write? If you sit here at the blog feeding in your brain and getting no satisfaction and ranting and cursing yourself because you don't feel what you're writing is worth it, why write? If you sit here, knowing that no one cares what you've done in your day and trying to pull something extra creative and almost meaningless out of your ass, why do you write? If you have moments when you put into words something incredibly beautiful that is the epitomy of what you feel at that moment but you hit the backspace key repeatedly until it's gone, why do you write? If you find yourself trying to please others over yourself because you think they aren't interested or would be weirded out over something that is really emotional from you, why do you write? If you can't man up and put down your life story and you don't want pity, why do you write? If you don't want emotional responses from your readers, why do you write?

This isn't what I'm struggling with right now, this goes to other writers that probably have the problems I just outlined. But, you should probably read that paragraph and ask yourselves the same questions. I've already done this, multiple, many, so many times. I made a deal with myself that when I started making my writing public that I would write even the hard stuff down. The emotional stuff. I write what I think means something to myself. That doesn't make me a better writer, I'm just mediocre at best. The best thing to do in cases where its hard to put down what you feel is to just suck it up and write it. Whatever it is, even if it's your life story. There will always be readers out there somewhere. You're your own reader sometimes. Don't hate yourself for putting it all out there. Don't hate the readers. Write what you feel. Compose it. Proof read it. Pour everything out of that one thing. Shake the rag and wring it again, because if it is that important you need to get every bit out of it. Just put it in words.