Less than half way through the year and I'm already questioning why I started writing again
This month I'm feeling the dilemma a number of people have hit with regard to writing a blog.
Who reads it
Who are you to tell me X
Well my writing is unashamedly real and I'll let you in on a secret...
I hate my writing voice. The voice in my head articulating over complex sentences, trying super hard to sound smart but falling hard in pretentious.
The guy that wants to sound like an expert but comes across as a moaner.
I'm learning in public.
I committed when I left Flex that I would write for volume not quality, to exercise a stiff muscle rather than try and lift the 100lb weight off the bat.
I did it because it helps me and you. Well maybe not you but some of you.
I write about things I'm obsessing over, problems I want solved that I think I can help on or topics which I repeatedly discuss as an aid to say - here look at this, here's my thoughts in record, I want to talk about something else.
Thought leader - I hope not. Crazy rambler - maybe. If you get what I'm saying then cool.
But it seems crazy to me to keep my thoughts in my head, or even Evernote.
I write them to give them light, maybe at some point a little water. And who knows what will grow out of it.