Doubt

I'm not back.  I'm just taking shelter from the cold snap we're having here in western North Carolina, and since I'm inside I figure I might as well do a little blogging.

To tell you the truth (I lie most of the time so this is a rare moment) I've lost my passion to write.  I don't know about other writers, but I have a problem with "doubt."  I don't have any illusions about being the next Bombeck or Steinbeck.  I don't need to be great or on the best sellers' list.  I'd be happy with good.  But bad is not an option, and sometimes my doubt convinces me that I'm delusional for thinking I might have a talent for writing.  The one thing I love to do is being held hostage by my lack of confidence.

So here I sit with eager fingers and a blank screen waiting for words, but nothing is there.