More Luck Than Talent?

The same friend who gave me the advice about writing from the heart told me that blogging can be difficult; creating a new post every day can be daunting. While I don't entirely disagree, I propose that it's easier when you aren't talented. You see, my friend is a very talented writer. Her writing is highly enjoyable, no matter the subject. My writing is more like drunken rambling, but that's how I talk. I jump subjects without warning, I laugh inappropriately, and I talk like I'm brainstorming. That's who I am; when one thing reminds me of another, I go with it. I can't really say how much is from my disease ravaging my brain, or how much is my personality. Or my brain being ravaged affecting my personality. Who knows?

I have MS. I've been diagnosed since 2004. When I was newly diagnosed, I voraciously read everything I could find, despite my neurologist instructing me not to. “Don't get on the internet and read all about it. You'll scare yourself.” He didn't know me then, after only 2 visits. I didn't want to read all about it, I needed to read all about it. I had to know if all the weird symptoms I'd experienced through the years could have been caused by MS. Paresthesia is a fun symptom. There are many different sensations caused by paresesthesia, including feeling wet, or feeling something crawling on you. We play a game called “Is It Really Raining, or Is It My MS?” Other sensations include feelings of electric shock, burning, and prickling.

But I digress. I'm not a talented writer. I like to write, and occasionally I write something fun to read, but that's more luck than talent. So if you're still in the car riding along, you'll see the good, the bad, and the ugly. There will probably be posts that even I don't find interesting, but I will suppress my inner perfectionist and share them anyway. That post may speak to you. It may tell you to stop reading my blog, but I hope not.

One day I'll share my friend's blog with you, but not yet. I'm still trying to recruit readers, and I can't chance that you'll leave me for something better.