I Write For Me.

Summer is usually a big time for me and my writing. As the stress of school fades, I tend to be able to focus more of my time on writing for pleasure. However, this summer I have only written two pieces. For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why I was writing so infrequently this summer; I was not having any fewer or weaker feelings than usual, and there were plenty of things I wanted to write about, but none of them ever came to fruition. I realized that every time I went to go write something, I was constantly writing with the concern of what other people would think. My poems used to be my diary and now I was just trying to write them to win contests and impress people. No wonder the words wouldn't come. From now on, I pledge to write for me. Your contests are exciting, your reviews are a great help, but I will no longer filter my feelings through your lens.