Word Vomet

7/5/18 Maybe I should start writing again without the pressure of feeling like it needs to be anything perfect or amazing. Writing simply because there is nothing quite as lovely as the sound of the keyboard as thoughts pour out onto a page. I pour onto a page. I have ideas. I have just never have the true confidence to believe anyone will think they are any good. I dream, sure. I think..."wouldn't it be cool if" or imagine myself accepting some award or chatting with a humble smile to a journalist about how I “never thought this would turn into something so big.” But that's just for a moment. A moment before all the fear and doubt floods in. I'm working on that. Daniel helps in some ways. In others he is a reinforcer to all the doubt I have that I am special or different or important in any way. But we can get into that some other time. Right now I am just here to vomit some words. So lets see. I do this probably once a year. The whole “I'm going ...