As I contemplated this "foul" topic today, so many images came to mind. Shall I write about my foul smoking habit? My ex-neighbor with the excessively foul mouth? The stuff at the back of my refrigerator? No. I wanted to write something meaningful, something deep. For inspiration, I went to the Concordance to put the word into Biblical perspective, then to the quotations pages looking for guidance from the “great ones,” and finally to my fellow Scribblers, to gather their collective take on the subject…
…and then, I was completely intimidated. Talk about talent!
You see, this is my first attempt at Sunday Scribblings, and I can’t help feeling that I’m in over my head. Not only have my writing skills become rusty of late, but the depth and passion in the posts I’ve read so far has my head spinning. I know it isn’t a competition, but still there is a niggling voice in the back of my head, dripping with sarcasm, “Do you really want to make a fool of yourself? Okay then, go on, if you must.”
And so, ironically, this exercise has revealed something truly foul in nature, an overbearing inner critic at work, heaping out steady doses of crippling disapproval, calling foul on my every word. It seems that too much time away from writing gives that critic free rein.
Sunday Scribblings will be good for me. I need to get back in the writing groove. I need the will to fight that inner critic. So if you can bear with me, I’m going to stare down the critic and hang around for awhile. I think it’s about time I called foul, don’t you?
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