So I was excited for about five minutes last night, thinking oh the endless possibilities – an audience for my prolific creative output. But then I woke up this morning and the thought of even one person reading, and viewing my pictures and prose didn’t seem so attractive.
Is it every amateur writer/artists experience to wonder what use is any of it – before being published? I can find the beautiful in the things I make but when I hold it up to some other professional work on the web It sometimes looks like a child has made it.
I’ll stay safe for now, and stick to photography (and the occassional funky postcard since I have millions of them,) and when I feel more adventurous, well, we’ll see.