Sometimes the words are never right

Sometimes writing is hard.
Sometimes even being an English major the words never come out in the right order.
Sometimes I never like what i write.
And that was my problem.

I never  liked anything that I wrote for Mountain Sports Writing.
I never thought what I wrote was up to snuff to what everyone else that was creative writing majors were writing.
I didn't believe in my talent of a journalism major.
That I don't skirt around what I write.
I'm blunt.
And there's power in knowing what you are and what you are not.

But on Tuesday I seriously doubted my talent.
And Steve Meyers has an uncanny ability to just make me into a puddle of tears.
I have no idea why.

I didnt like what I wrote.
And I broke down once again.
And Steve made me write something I hate.

So I did.
I wrote about things that are so over done.
Crazy enamoring true love.
The Mountains.
The Ocean.

What person hasn't written about the mass expanse of the ocean?
Pretty much everyone.
Thats easy.

How many people have been honest with you?
How many have been painfully blunt?
Not many.

And that's my choice as a writer.
To rip off the band-aid and be painfully blunt.
Write the words that sometimes are hard to write.
Get straight to the point.

That is my choice.
To write the words that may taste wrong on your tongue.
To be blunt.
To tell the truth.