Lately, my confidence in writing has taken a beating. My coworkers have discovered one of my more...colorful blogs, I heard through the grapevine. These are professional writers, reports, editors, and copy proofers. And that terrifies me. I thought I was blogging anonymous, but one person figured me out, and the word quickly spread. Though several people have told me how much they enjoy my stuff, I haven't written as much since then, and for the first time since I've taken an interest in writing, I get writers block.
Today, my confidence took an even bigger hit. I was rummaging through my archives here, looking for something to repost, something that I had already written. I came across some of my writing that, at the time, I thought was fairly good. It started this way: "Excuse the capricious quality of my ramble here..."
Oh, that makes my stomach hurt.