Treasure

Most teachers command, "There are rules you have to live by in order to be looked upon as being a writer." Writer's are faith keepers. But for how long? How many brilliant writers fell short of living up their expectations due to the casting of opinion by readers that elected not to travel the trail of tales invited to the surface by the writer? There are just as many writing styles as there are different animals on the face of the planet. Keeping you from believing in yourself is an addiction to acceptance. What if you believed in the style of writing you were given at birth? What if what you hold just needed support from the body that's been carrying it around hidden in a soul no longer strong enough to tackle the guilt a reader tosses out like candy at a parade? What if you gave yourself permission to do it your way?