Diary Of Being A Writer; Week 50

I did not write this week.

Thursday 14th
You are my Valentine, Writing. I shall spend the day with you.

I know, I know, I promised to spend the day with you Writing, but look, I got you a present instead.
I have put together an application for a grant to get some professional mentoring.
Putting together grant applications are an important part of learning to be a writer.
Getting professional mentoring is an integral part of learning to be a writer.
I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you, Writing.

Saturday 16th
Oh, the shame of it all.
I have written nothing this week.
I have read, I have cogitated, but I have not written.
I barely managed a measly morning page while my ears were assaulted by the screaming harpy at the table next to me.
Even worse, I have not edited this week.
The mixture of feelings I have about my writing continues to confuse me.
On the one hand, I proudly state I am a writer. In fact, I even dared to put it as my only descriptor on my new business cards last week.
On the other, I shamefacedly admit to others, head down, that yes, I am trying to write but that it is hard. It is taking time. I do not have all the skills I need.
And then also in my same head, I am…