Ganorexia

There is no such thing as writing well. Sorry: I'll say it in the first person: I'm not good at writing. I feel it all the time, I suffer. Someone has said that I write well. I appreciate it, but I don't think so. I write in a way. With a style, a certain style. Others have no style. They have made them believe that they should not limp in any direction and that they should have a straight walk, and thus, that they should talk -write- about the world as if the wind never blows in the world. Always as if we were on a warm, foggy autumn day. Will that be good writing? Who knows. Here we write in a certain way; we are dealing with a crippling pain. The world we write here -that is read- limps along with us.