Black Feathers

Tambo really has me thinking today about fallacies. She asks, "What feathers have you clung to, and how did you manage to toss them aside?"

In writing as in life, I believe that I am essentially not good enough. That there is something vital missing. The unnamable, unlearnable thing. To a knowledge junkie that beleives anyone can learn anything, there just isn't a strong enough word to describe how it makes me feel.

To me, getting published is a wet dream fantasy. Something that will never happen. But, I hold in my heart that dreams can come true. I could delve deeper, but why bore y'all with my reality?