Practice makes hopefully reasonable success

Two days ago Kevin installed our wireless internet, initiating a reconciliation between myself and my long estranged laptop. With this reunion has come a world of possibilities, both narcisstic and obsessive. I can now check my facebook dozens of times a day, catch up on B2.0 & Sparksflyup, and ramble to my little hearts content with this new blog.
With my newly acquired technology however, has come a whole new bundle of insecurities. The truth is I don't know how or when I'll be, or at least feel like a good writer. And now that I plan to write regularly in a public forum, I find myself shaking in my story-tellin' boots.
The embarrassing truth is that lately I have held myself to what is probably a premature standard: The John Green standard. This means two things. 1) I super-double wish that my writing was good enough that if my favorite author were to read it, he wouldn't feel bad for me. 2) I super-triple wish that one day I'll actually really publish a novel that holds up with the likes of his three books. I don't think its wrong to aspire to greatness, but such greatness intimidates the shit out of me.
My hope is that as this blog continues my writing will improve, if for no other reason than the steady practice. So wish me luck, I'm starting something new. Whether the results are brilliant or disastrous, I suppose I've got to give myself credit for trying.