I was talking with my 17 year old daughter yesterday. I was bemoaning the fact that I can’t write. I think I’m a fairly eloquent speaker. I can be witty, pithy even. But when I sit down to write, nothing…nada. And if something finally does dribble out, it sounds like I’m in third grade. Not that there is anything wrong with third grade (in case any third graders are reading this). Don’t want to make my audience angry, not that I have an audience. But I digress, back to my pitiful writing and my uplifting conversation with my daughter.
“I can’t write. I sound like I’m in third grade. What is wrong with me?”
“Don’t worry, you have lots of company at the bottom of the pit.”