Why Write Anything?

I always start writing and then never finish. I stop myself because I feel that people are not going to hear me anyway. Or people are not going to be entertained. It is almost as if in baseball, someone could be throwing me the most perfect ball to hit, and I still would not swing because it will not be a home run. Yes, most of baseball is not home runs. But in my head, why write anything?

Why start something if all odds are stacked against the writing? I realized that I stacked the odds on my own horrible account of my life. It is difficult most times to find the words you need or want, and most times there are words, but is the word right enough? Do these words portray your thoughts and ideas clearly? are you using too many words?

More often it is for me any way, are my topics approachable? Do I engage the reader or am I just writing another long winded rant. My first blog is going to be absolutely terrible. Am I willing to be successful at failing? it is a paradox indeed.

Most of the time I find myself staring at a blank glowing screen begging for words to appear. Its not like painting a canvas where you can just throw paint on a canvas and work with it.