As a writer, I understand the importance of word choice. Searching for the right phase is time consuming. Yet once you find the right phase, nothing can describe the feeling of “This is it.” I’m a perfectionist by nature. Those feelings are my goal. Nothing else will do, and anything less, is not worth accepting.

Words are the medium of any writer. They must be perfect and true. Writing any more then necessary cheapens and removes meaning.

As a writer, you must choose carefully. Choosing this word over another is what a writer does. These two go together, and not these two. Through I’ve never published anything, I’ve read enough to know I haven’t reached publishing level. Why haven’t I reached the next level? I keep forgetting patience. As a perfectionist, I feel the right wording should come out the first time. The great writing does not come out the first time or even the second. Almost every writing book I’ve read will tell you the same thing. Reading the advice and practicing the advice are two different things.

I’m slowing getting better with letting go and just writing. Sometimes the perfect phase comes and other times the not so perfect phase comes. But writing this way makes me realizes the hardest part isn’t the writing. The hardest part is over coming yourself. The only hurdle I have is myself. No one else. It’s taken me a long time to come to this point in my life as a writer. My life as a writer depends on me first. Once I can depend on myself, my words will connect with one other. My word choice will lead to a published book. Patience is the only thing I need.

It will happen because I know I can do it.