📝 Blog Post: The Courage to Write

Although I endeavor to sound coherent and confident my way of writing, it must clarified that this confidence is mere pretense which I compensate by ways of practice and study of the art of writing as a way of thinking; a pretense akin to my elementary school presentations where I learned to “fake it till I make it”, pretending to be an articulated child, most confident and daring, mastering the story — while inside I wanted to run away and climb my tree and rejoice in the solitude of the passing clouds (I did get perfect scores). I write — while past desires involved publishing and having my own book — not as a way to sell, convince nor emulate; but to tame my thoughts, to shape them and make them fit into these pages. In present experimentation, I test with different flows of prose; what I like, what I do not, not trying to copy; but to inspire my inner critic to be kinder. My latest story took me two weeks to write. I printed it three times, and three times I crucified it under red…