Paper Dreams and Cardboard Fantasties

I have a cardboard robot head perched on a pole above my desk. Most of the time, I don’t even know he’s there, but sometimes I see him. And he is judging me.

“You aren’t a writer.”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?”

“I laugh at your pitiful attempts at prose.”

I hate him at those times. I feel judged enough by friends and family. I sure as hell don’t need a freakin’ cardboard robot telling me I’m not good enough.

Because I AM good enough. If I write for myself first, then writing for others will follow.

I can write about anything. Whether I believe what I write or not. I am a much better writer though when I believe what I’m writing. “5 Ways Employees Find Their Ikigai” or “Why Eating at My Desk Isn’t Allowed. And That’s Okay.”

Hard to write about 10 Core Values, even though I AM passionate about them. Culling information for ten different values was hard work! But I’m proud of my accomplishments for my day job.

My night writing takes a different turn. Erotic poetry, bizarre musings and tarot card readings. I learned from my Dad that learning should not be limited to one religion, one thought, one belief. I want to learn it all. And then I want to write about it.

So, take THAT you miserable piece of cardboard. You have no right to judge me. Close that silly mouth and mind your business. I’m going to write what I want, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.