Tempting the universe

Things are good, I think!

I can't really tell because I have this ambient anxiety, but when I question it I realise I don't actually have anything to worry about*. It's weird.

As for my ever-flowering writing career, I've joined up on Jottify so if you want to feel some secondhand embarrassment and read some of my stuff, go ahead.

It's hard not to be embarrassed about the stuff I write, because there are so many feelings and the grammar is always awkward and nothing is ever good enough. But life's too short, right? A while ago The Onion had the headline 97-Year-Old Dies Unaware of Being Violin Prodigy. I found it oddly poignant. I don't want writing to be an opportunity I missed out on because I desperately avoided the temporary discomfort of feeling judged and vulnerable.** So there!

*I don't believe in jinxes, but this just feels like tempting the universe. Don't be surprised if next post is about a gang of rabid otters*** taking over my building.
**This is also why I'll never be a stripper, but I think that's a good thing.
***Joke shamelessly stolen from the amazing John Finnemore. And yes, this is a footnote within a footnote. It's a toenote.

ETA: I think I was being silly with the whole 'tempting the universe' thing. All is well. Give me a minute, someone's at the door. Oh look, it's a friendly otter! It's so cute and whiskery. I wonder why there's foam around its mouth though...