Voiceless

When I think about it, I know that I have no style unique to me. I am inexperienced and underwritten. I am more familiar with technical papers and games than I am with the creative process. I do not have a voice that you have not heard before, my words are the same as everyone elses.

I adore the work that so many writers have put into their craft, and I only desire to go on that journey myself. Give me a year, a decade, or even a century; I do not believe I will ever be finished finding my voice. There are always new words, new perspectives, new angles, and new tools to try out.

This is an absolutely wonderful craft that fills me with embarassment at what I have written and excitement at what I may write in the future. I want to learn to hate writing, only to someday love it again with newfound passion. It will be awful but I want to confirm that for myself.