I have been writing since before I physically knew how to write. I would “write” my grandma letters after we moved away. They were just squiggles but my mom said I poured my heart out in to each one, crying as I wrote it.
Over the last 23 years, my writing has progressed to a point where I finally am entertained all right with it. I used to be my own worst critic, picking apart every other word when my friends and family were laughing and crying and being entertained by the plot. Now I’ve learned to find enjoyment in my own writing and really see it for what it is.