I wanted to write about my fears and depression regarding my writing. I don’t know why I keep doing it, but I posted another story to Enter the Muse.com. This one was for my obnoxious dinner companions. I received one comment on it over about a week. A rather silly, purple-people post received five critiques overnight.

Not just that I’m jealous, more so I’m wondering whether I’m fooling myself. I’m technically a decent writer, but the question is how good a storyteller. I’m beginning to doubt whether I have interesting (and I guess entertaining) stories to share. It doesn’t really look that way. That depresses the fuck out of me. What if I’m wasting my time? Maybe I should be searching for something else to do, i.e., pleasure. I’m sure I can find it from video games or patent law. Maybe I should just stop pretending.

Anything wrong with trying and not just giving up here? No. I just get depressed and I have to vent before I explode.