The A-Z Dead Fly Art post is below.
I feel like I’m on a mobius strip. The landscape may change at the twist, but I’m not moving forward. I’m simply going around in circles. Moving from doubt to a fear of disappointing. I doubt everything about my writing. Everything. Then there is the fear of dissapointing. Disappointing who? I don’t know. You, her, him, them… everyone I guess. And I know this is preposterous because no one can please everyone all the time. And one may argue that no one can please everyone, period.
I wonder if part of my problem is my background. I have an MS in Entomology. BUGS for Christ sakes. I wrote my thesis on the feeding and foraging behaviors of a specific pest ant species in the hopes, of laying down the foundation for a promising ant bait. A far cry from literature, journalism, creative writing, or anything else related to the page. Now don’t get all fired up at me over this. I’m not judging anyone else who may for example, have a computer science background and happens to be an author. That is really great and I’m happy for them, truly. But my thoughts here are projected internally, at my reflection that borders the imposture syndrome. I could go on for another volume or two but I’ll stop here. Besides, you all think I’m crazy enough. Now go check out the dead fly art!