whitereflection | blood and genetics still means acquaintanceship (Reply)

Seeing the extended family was decent. Ended up being a lot of my cousins' other side of the family, which was kind of a neat thing since it's been forever since seeing some of them, not since my one uncle's and aunt's funerals. Odd discovery was my cousin telling me she's written poetry, and been published in something, and that another aunt's written as well (It's amazing how even close family can still not know each other.) Sounds like she's interested in seeing some of mine, and I definitely want to see what both of them have done (got the feeling she might put together something of 'family' writings, which would be pretty cool). Wish I'd had the Xmas poem with me somehow, because she'd put together photo albums of old Christmases and it would have gone so well with that. Same cousin also gave me a bunch of photocopies of materials she'd gotten from a life coach, which is really freaking awesome of her to do, since I know she's spent a lot to meet with that individual. Definitely will be reading through it this week.

James' DnD game tomorrow...blah about it, but only mainly because I'm wanting 'hang around by myself and do nothing' time. Least it's a bit better than having Leslie's game because there'll be a break between end of it and raid time.

And now your moment of ~~zen~~ insecurity: More and more often, I find that damned near everybody I know (beyond fandom) writes, even writes poetry. How can I be thinking I could make anything of it if everybody else out there's already/also doing it, and mine isn't any better than theirs? How can I consider what I do special enough to even think I could attempt it as a livelihood?