Ranting again…

To me, there’s a fine line between navel-gazing, and learning to love myself.

I haven’t yet learned that it really doesn’t matter whether anyone reads what I write. It matters whether I like what I write. (Ah, who am I kidding? I want others to like it too!)

But my point is that I need to learn some patience with this writing gig. I may never be known outside a very small circle of very dear friends. And that’s okay.

But man, if my muse doesn’t start coming up with some better stuff soon, I may have to resort to chocolate. Dark chocolate. Very dark chocolate. Well, that or some chocolate chunk cookies.

Grumble, grumble, grumble. Okay. Hopefully this rant is done.

See you next time?