Fearless Writer, Good Writer

I started a diploma course yesterday through Shaw Academy on Blogging & Content Marketing. The lecturer, David Howard, introduced me to Medium. So here I am.

We were asked: What would you blog about and why? What is your aim? Who do you want to engage with? These questions led me to experience a moment of displaced identity. Who am I? What do I have to say and who would listen? Why would I even have anything to say at all?

Over the years while adulting I’ve lost something that used to define me; my fearlessness. I never used to ask for permission to be who I am or care what others think of me. Or did I? Have I consciously been suppressing that side of my personality?

Has the fear of public scrutiny been holding me back? Will I write better if I let go of this fear? I’d like to think so. I want to share my thoughts and my words with readers even if it scares the shit out of me. I want to use the word shit and not care about who’s reading or what they’ll say to my face or my back. Because that’s who I am; someone who sometimes swears a lot occasionally. And because that’s what writers, good writers, do.

I wonder what tonight’s lesson on content planning and content curation will bring…

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