“You’re a nobody. As a matter of fact your less than a nobody,” said the Pink Elephant staring me in my face as I started to write.
A battle of wits, words, wisdom, and wisecracks ensued. And frankly I was in for the fight of my life.
You see, I am a writer. I didn’t really know that until recently. And when I finally started to accept it … accept that I am writer and I need to write … all hell broke lose with the committee in my head.
“What the hell would you have to say?”
“Who do you think you are … bringing your ideas out for the world to see, scrutinize, and suffer from?”
“Look … you’re too late … too old … and well, just pathetic.”
“OK, wait …” I said … “that last line was a little rough. And no matter what you think, I’m going to write.”
I could tell this conversation was going to get out of hand. So I turned my head away from this Pink Elephant of Comparison … determined to write. But it quickly grabbed me … shook me … and forced me to keep my eyes on it. In simple terms … this monster wasn’t leaving.
And now I had a choice to make. Let it win and fall back into mediocrity .. or write.
I chose the latter.
Check back soon … there’s more to the story!