When did the “dressing up” of my blog become so important?
Why do I spend hours deciding where I should use –
· Upper case;
· Lower case;
· Larger font;
· Bigger spaces;
· Link this, link that;
· Perfect picture.
· Suitable music video. Maybe.
· Too short.
· Too long.
· Not enough variety.
My internal editor nitpicks. I overthink the presentation.
How my blog looks becomes more important than the content.
And how did I get here when I’d planned writing about being criticized?
And the fact that I don’t take criticism kindly. I don’t believe anyone does.
I might smile but inside I’m dying a thousand deaths.
Biting back a retort.
It could be an innocent comment which I perceive as criticism.
About my hair (Or lack thereof. Think super short.)
My weight. (Dangerous.)
Clothes. (Not a fan.)
This is mild stuff.
It could be a comment about my faith. (I walked out of an Interfaith Bible Study Group after a negative comment about my denomination.)
It could be a comment about my political leanings. (Red flag there.)
Really, it could be anything.
I dwell on this for a while.
Oh yes, THAT’S how I got to Thanksgiving Turkeys and Christmas Trees.
Fear of criticism on my writing. And its presentation.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m not preparing a thesis in English Lit.
I’m writing a story. Of sorts.
Trying to keep it –
And all my stupid internal editor does is nitpick. Dishing out destructive criticism. Do this. Do that. It’s too much. Too little. Not enough.
I’m only trying to bring a smile to the faces of other frustrated writers!
I simmer down. Take a walk. Have coffee. (Always a good idea.)
Re-read my story.
Hmmm. Not too shabby.
Sit back and wait.
And dream of drumsticks and stuffing and green bean casserole and sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce.