They always say to write what you know. Sometimes even from experts from different fields that have nothing to do with writing. I’ve only been registered at Triond for a couple of days, done as another attempt to get my writing noticed. It even took some time before I decided to write my first entry. Right now, I’m up for writing about my feelings and doubts of my own talents and how to even get anywhere.

I keep putting this idea of myself about age, where being in my late 20’s, I feel like anyone else has felt at one time that I’m not where I would like to be. I have potential; people say a lot of good things about my writing and try to help improve it. It’s the same with my art. I use what limited tools I have to work and practice; no doubt I have my doubts even after slow improvements.

I’ve also tried publication researches of who will accept my work, literary agents, and magazine online submissions. I’ve had four poetry small time publications, including one from my Alma mater university. Years ago, I did a sketch of one of my old cats, Mittens, curled up as he was sleeping and with its “mitten” paw out. I was lucky to had it framed for free, while hearing of a woman jealous of the sketch came out. As far as I know, it was last framed at a job agency one town over.

Years later my, attitude hasn’t changed as much. Slowly, my self-esteem/confidence as grown as much but those habits still remain. Right now, what makes honing my skills the best is when I feel inspirations and ideas that course through my head of images I wish to really see. Along with being requests for art and sketches on one of my art profile pages on another site. Inspirations still come to me every day, whether I’m on the bus by myself, what I see on TV or read online, my own observations that make me feel like I notice a few more things that not everyone else around me ever gets a chance or time to notice. Not to sound conceited, but just a part of my own journey; kind of how my art and writing symbolize that creative being I am and we are. I guess dealing with a lot of inner pain and confusion is a way to search for things to make sense.