That Little Voice

Well I have writer's aspirations (No, there is no medicinal cream that is required for this). This is the purpose of my blog, just to get me to writing. Frankly I think I stink at writing.

To help remedy my stinking writing, I checked a book out from the library. Its title was something like "Dream what your writing" or something like that. I was really excited, thinking that someone is going to give me the best advice that will help me become the next female version of Frank Peretti or Robert Fulghum. This author says that writing is a work of art. I can see that. I like the idea of being an artist. My sister is an artist. And if I could draw anything other than stick figures, I would love to be an artist. So I'm rolling with this! Then he said that we have to explore deep within our soul and write even though we don't like what is there. Okay this is a little weird, but I read on. Then he talked about how the little voice inside our head limited our artistic expression. He suggested going into something like a trance to loose that little voice. I was devastated. I am now trying to get writing advice from some kooky person.

Personally I happen to like the little voice inside my head. It keeps me entertained. It is scary to try to empty your head. If there is nothing there, will anything come back. Dare I say that if my head is empty and desired to stay that way, I might end up like some of those Hollywood starlets only without the beautiful looks and slim bodies.
Also when my little voice that I'm so fond of leaves, what is going to replace it? Maybe something that isn't as nice to me. "Helloooo, I'm going to scare the jelly bellies right out of you" I'm still shivering just thinking of it.

I guess I'll just write what's on my mind at the time (that too might be scary).

Bye World (not ending it all just my blog)