A Poor Explanation

I take pauses in my writing because of the lack of the profound. I want to have something to say. My writing should not be alphabetical hot air. My stories must have a meaning, and my insights clear, crisp and original. The pressure for perfection drives me away from the pen and pad.

I do not require perfection in most aspects of my life. I am a sloppy homemaker, cook and sometimes in my verbal points. The desire remains to have my writing constantly breaking new ground.

I expect people to listen when I speak and read when I write. The permanence of writing gives me a disabling fright. All I want to do is write; poor thoughts, worn cliques and uneven logic prevent me.