It stinks.
I’ve been writing consistently, every day, for the past 4-5 months and I still haven’t found my writing voice.
I feel like an imposter.
Like I’m speaking out of someone else’s mouth.
A lot of the time I catch myself thinking about how someone else would phrase a sentence.
Trust me, I know it’s good to imitate all of your inspirations to eventually mold into something that is your own, but right now it doesn’t feel like that.
It feels like something is off, something isn’t right and I can’t put my finger on it.
Sometimes, however, I’ll answer a question or write something that flows out of me.
As if I couldn’t have written it any other way.
That is a feeling unrivaled by any other.
I hope to get to a point where whenever I sit down I get that feeling.
That would be bliss.