Goo & Too Many Metaphors

There are days when everything feels easy like I am made to do them and then there are days when every single thing is just a goo I slog through. 

Last week we participated in #PitMad and every single thing about the event was new and unexplored. We had multiple apps running and synergizing but still felt like we were failing somewhere. Somewhere we couldn’t see. 

As new writers, we have all these blind spots. Not blind spots exactly. Maybe more like bits of the picture that haven’t even been drawn for us; aren’t in our perspective (you mean, exactly like a blind spot? Yes. Shut up.) So here we are, furiously gripping our crayons trying to fill in the picture, with nothing to go on. (Is teal even the right color for this? Yes. Teal is always the right color.)

We continue to wade out into this ocean of writers, information, groups, podcasts, tips & tricks, writing prompts, social media on our brand new Bambi legs (yes, I changed metaphors again) having no idea if this direction is the right step. It’s just the next step that feels right. 

All this metaphor jumping is to say, #PitMad was a bit of a bust for us but also just the next to-do. We’ve done it, check, and we learned some shit. 

Today we’ve got our swim trunks on and have run into the surf and are immersing ourselves in Pitch Wars. The waves are crashing over us and as the saltwater shoves its way up my nose I cannot help but think:

“Am I good enough for this?”

“Am I doing this right?”

“How is an introvert supposed to navigate all this networking?”

“Do we even have a voice?”

“How can we be heard?”

“Do I have whatever the metaphor equivalent of sunscreen is?”

The waves have turned to goo. The slog continues. I cannot wait until I feel like this part of being a writer was something I was meant to do. (Does that feeling even come?)