Writer or Imposter?

Well ginger-ites Easter is over and there is now no feasible excuse as to why I have not been writing.

I could say that I have been busy dedicating myself to my studies, writing insightful prose that will make my tutors give me excellent grades.  This however, would be a whopping great big lie, as I have done nothing more than read my first assignment and go “ugh it’s haaarrrddd!”.  

I could use my usual “writers block” excuse though, but I have annoyed my small following by saying this too much in the past.

So I shall just apologise and put it all down to shear laziness. 

I wonder if I will ever have the dedication to be a truly great, entertaining and loved writer.  You have no idea the kick I get when I log onto Google Analytics and see my visitor numbers and the places they have come from.  I feel warm and fuzzy when people praise my work, or say it made them laugh, or if they comment at all.

Self doubt still plagues me.  My spelling and grammar leaves much to be desired and I often get frustrated when I have to write on command, or when I think that what I have produced is not interesting enough.

So my darling readers, I besiege you – keep reading. Keep following. Keep commenting. Because without you I am nothing but a lonely 26 year old with a laptop talking to no-one.