Diary entry transcribed from paper, written during a fantastically busy time
Writer. It is a title I have surrendered and abandoned in the past few years. I think my reasons are many, but my excuses are invalid.
I am afraid of criticism. That is what has kept me from pursuing it further. It is a strange conceit to fear criticism. It says of me that I believe my work can not improve. Obviously, I am close to things I write. I take pride even in well-crafted emails. That level of attachment is unbecoming of anyone, particularly someone who claims Buddhist tendencies.
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Time to stifle inspiration, though. I’ve got marketing websites to build.