Fretting and nail-biting

I often have a frustration that there is some sort of creativity inside me that remains unexplored; not that I am even sure where to begin finding it. I worry about what I write on here, perversely, because someone might see it- which is irrational as it is anonymous and I can say what i like. I think I need to write what I want and see what that does over time, after all I never began this for anyone else. Sometimes I wonder if some writer, somewhere, began in such a manner; writing down what they were thinking in lieu of any great profound outpouring. I don't know. Perhaps this is just the inane rambling of an idiot. All I have learned is that I don't need to be clever or funny sometimes to be satisfied with what I say...

There is no substitute for being honest and not trying to hard.