I'm getting the feeling that I am not good at any language I know anymore. My impression is that I’ve leveled everything at the same height of mediocrity. In my Portuguese blog I keep correcting phrases, words, trying to be grammatically perfect, which is not even vaguely possible for someone who has been away from its native country and language for so long. I try hard, though.
Here, I try not to feel self-conscious. If someone reads me, they should know I am totally imperfect on the proficiency of writing in English. This statement is becoming a mantra that I chant once in a while just to convince myself I don’t need to worry about being a second-rate writer in my second language.
Some days I wake up thinking what would I write today? I want my blurbs to be interesting, funny, clever, astonishing, and worth of commenting. However, it does not happen every day, quite the opposite, it happens very occasionally. Normally I come up with the same old bananas – the king of thing you find everywhere at very inexpensive rate. Is it bad? Will I end up joining the hall of shame of blogs? Will I lose my precious readers? I don’t think so. It helps, though, to get a three paragraphs post, rambling hopelessly about my writing….