Soul striptease


I know, I know. I’ve been slacking off. But muse is a fickle beast, that sometimes refuses to be tamed – or in my case, she didn’t want to divide her attention on two projects.

You can’t ride on two horses with one ass.

So, what was I upt o in my absence? I knuckled down and wrote a short story, intending to hand it in for a literature contest. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t pretty, but the hardest part is actually showing it to someone. Well, you could say now – Hey, she writes a blog and shows her stuff to everyone – and you’d be right.

It is, however, something entirely different to hand out a text that you poured your heart and soul into. Just like every song, painting or other piece of art there’s a piece of me in these pages. It would hit me hard, should I get crushing reviews – this is my baby.

As hard as it is, I mustered up all my bravery and crawled out of my protecting shell – how am I supposed to make my dreams come true (or realize I have to give up and build new ones) if I don’t stand up for them?

Next, I’ll have to give my short story the proper finish and in eight weeks I’ll meet my deadline, or as I call it: it’ll be time for my soul striptease.

Never give up on your dreams!



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