Reading and re reading your own scribble can be cathartic, it can also be terrifying too!

At times you roll your shoulders back that little bit, elevate your head a smidge and contemplate a self-satisfied nod to yourself on job well done.

This you do on occasion.

But for every Yin, there is also a Yang.

You’d punch your own face, but you fear that like your writing that you’d miss the mark…

You do this occasionally too.

Somewhere between the two reactions sits the truth.

Maybe it’s closer to the missed punch, or indeed it could be sitting on the shoulder of the smug smile (it could be!).

The answer, the only measure that counts, that has validity, is that of your readership.

And this you know; this is the knife that continually twists.

You have no readers.

Of all the truths, this one cuts the deepest, hurts the most.

You’ve scribbled, crossed out, scrubbed out, re written and scribbled anew in attempts to polish your text.

Maybe it sits as good now as it is ever going to be – maybe.

But you’ll never know.

You have no readers.

And your attempts have thus far all failed.

Reality check, or perseverance test?

Who knows?

Stay safe and remain sane.