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It’s Blog Share time again so YAY! I have something to put on my dusty ol’ blog. Only, I didn’t write it – someone else did, and I don’t even know who. Somewhere out there is a post that I wrote. Blog Share is the supergenius idea created by -R- and I look forward to it every time.

These posts are meant to be anonymous and some people really put themselves out there and don’t want to be discovered. If you stumble upon a Blog Share post and you think you know who wrote it, please let that person remain incognito and don’t reveal their identity.

I swear I didn’t write the post below, but I can sure relate to much of it. Please show my guest some love in the comments.

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I’ve always been a decent writer. Back in junior high, my teacher would always read my stories out loud to the class because it was such a job well done, which you can imagine was AWESOME as a teenager.

In high school, this knowledge wavered. Depending on the class and teacher, I was either a good writer or a shitty writer. In college, we were required to take English 101 and 102 in our freshman year. My teacher in the first semester, she was of the mind I was a horrible writer. My teacher second semester was the exact opposite. How do I know this? I turned in the same paper to both of them. (I can’t help it they had the same assignment.) The one teacher gave it a B-, the other an A+ and told me to submit it to a magazine.

It was about this time that I learned that I excel in writing when given the right feedback. It doesn’t always have to be over-the-top positive (although that doesn’t hurt), but it needs to be constructive. I need to feel like the errors or mistakes I’ve made can be learned from and improved upon.

Writing is a very subjective thing. What one person likes, someone else can hate. And those two people can love it and hate it for all the same reasons.

For my job, I do quite a bit of writing. Business-type writing is obviously a lot different than the writing we do on our blogs or in the emails we send to friends. But I have a good background in professional writing and I can hold my own. I’ve written press releases, brochures and newsletters at more than one job that I’ve had since college. I think I have quite a bit of experience under my belt.

In a job I had right out of college, I wrote a lot of feature articles for publications. My boss at the time wasn’t so good with the feedback. He’d make a few changes to my stories, but I never got the “that was a great piece” or “I really like the direction you took with that.” So after six years of this, I was convinced I was a bad writer. Not horrible, I was a great editor and proofreader, but I wasn’t a GOOD writer. I never got feedback to convince me otherwise.

Then I left that job. I moved into a more corporate atmosphere and did a lot more business writing – letters, proposals, newsletters, etc. At this job, my writing was praised. It was never perfect, but if someone needed something written, and wanted it done right, they asked me. It was like exactly what I was looking for at the other job. Just an acknowledgment that I was not a total idiot. An attaboy every now and then never hurts.

After that job, I started a blog. I had started reading a lot of blogs and with the positive feedback I was getting at work, I thought “hey, I could do this.” And I started to hone my writing. I started to enjoy writing. I started to BELIEVE that I was a good writer. I was maturing and growing and didn’t need the constant feedback and positive reinforcement.

And then I started at my current job.

My boss has never come out and said I’m a crappy writer. But with all the writing I do, none of it is ever right. And look, I know I’m human, and as I mentioned I KNOW that writing is subjective, so I don’t expect everyone to find my writing perfect. I expect that there will be errors, corrections, improvements. I expect that there will be edits and re-writes because someone else in the department might have a better way of saying something.

And yet, with that, my writing is always wrong. Not just wrong, but ALL CAPS WRONG. It’s not just a few edits or changes. Every single time it is constantly re-written. Every single time, very few things of my original document are left in the final piece.

At first, it wasn’t a big deal. At a new job, you have to learn the style and know what your boss and superiors like and what they don’t. But after months and months and months, my confidence was shot. There are always so many changes to everything I do that I have convinced myself that I’m a horrible writer. And that nothing I would do would ever be right. I can never win. And even worse, it makes my desire to work hard at something non-existent. Why put in all the effort when you know it’s going to be completely changed?

Writing is my thing. Through all the crap I’ve been through in the last few years, writing has gotten me through. My blog has been my therapy, my place to share and be amongst friends and be part of a community. It has been my ONE CONSTANT. My one resolute talent that I have had confidence in. And now, it’s wavering. My confidence is faltering.

I hate that my boss has this much power over me. I hate that I’m reverting back to the person I was 10 years ago who needed the constant feedback, the affirmation of a job well done. I hate that I’m letting my boss let me believe something that isn’t true. I hate that I’m giving this person that power, when it’s mostly their issue and not an issue they have with me or my writing.

But I’ll be sure to thank this boss in the acknowledgements of my first novel for making my desire to be a published author even stronger, if only to prove not everyone hates my writing.

And another season of 7 Days comes to an end. This round was really fun because I stretched my creativity muscle where I could. On Day 1 made it into Flickr’s Explore (YAY!), on Day 2 I tried something I never had done before, on Day 3 I posed like a football fan, on Day 4 I did five million handstands, on Day 5 I shot a happy accident, on Day 6 I headed out of town and shot the self-portrait with my iPhone, and on Day 7 I used my iPhone again to shoot myself on the Las Vegas Strip. I highly recommend the Best Camera app if you have an iPhone and like shooting with it. It’s pretty freaking cool.

I already can’t wait for the next session of 7 Days! Thanks for another fun run, guys!

I took this with my iPhone while Matte drove down the 101 freeway. Or, while he crawled down the freeway. Why is it always so trafficky?

When I come home I like to light a candle or two. I love the glow and the warmth of a candle and this one has a delicious tangerine scent. Right after I took this shot, I ate the candle with some fava beans and a nice chainti.

In case you were thinking of attempting a photo of yourself doing a handstand, just follow these simple instructions:

1. Change out of work clothes into jeans and Chuck Taylors, even though no one will be able to tell you are wearing Chuck Taylors
2. Optional: if you’re wearing a white shirt with a black bra, change into a bra of a less trampy color (I missed this step)
3. Set your camera on a stool because you are too lazy to get the tripod out of your trunk
4. Turn on your camera’s remote timer and grab the remote trigger thingee
5. Stand still and pose for a photo to set the focus
6. Press the remote and wait for the shutter to click. Don’t forget to smile!
7. Take note of where you are standing before walking to check the photo on your camera’s LCD
8. If you are in focus in the shot, your setup is done. If not, fiddle around with the camera a bit and go back to step number 5
9. Switch the camera to manual focus
10. Return to your original spot and press the remote button
11. Quickly do a handstand, flinging the remote across the lawn in the process
12. When you hear the shutter click, you can put your feet back on the ground
13. Run to the camera to check the shot
14. Notice that your handstand was not at all perpendicular to the ground
15. Walk back to the grass and realize you cannot find the remote
16. Crawl around on the grass looking for the remote, forgetting that grass makes you itch everywhere
17. Eventually find your remote about 5 feet away from where you did the handstand
18. Repeat from step number 10 just 62 more times
19. See? Easy!