This isn’t about mean girls.
Yet somehow, it is.
Today I wrote a guest post for The Red Dress Club, the online writer’s group that inspired me to first talk about my experiences.
It’s about a writer’s “inner voice”, but it can apply to anything in our lives.
My loud voice resembles R. Lee Ermey, from Full Metal Jacket, telling me how worthless I am. How worthless my writing is. He’s hard to ignore until I (or a writing buddy) pull out the duct tape.
But my quiet one laughs at me. It teases me. It tries to beat me down.
It sounds just like a Mean Girl.
Maybe that’s why I can ignore it and write over the giggles and taunts.
My thick skin developed years ago can be bruised, but not broken.
Don’t let the voices in your head silence you either, even if you have to write anonymously.
I’d love to share your story here.
Thank you to everyone who has shared or submitted one so far. I can’t keep this site alive without you.
You can read my guest post here: The Inner Voice.