Coming off of my impromptu holiday, I was feeling a bit stuck last night(and before that, honestly). There is nothing worse in writing than feeling stuck. Like you maybe have a great outline but for some reason the words are not there and it seems like a great deal of effort to try and write. Why bother, too? It’s not going to be any good even if you force yourself to sit down and do it.
So I wasted some time on the internet instead. I started this Zite thing which draws on articles from just about everywhere based on your interests and makes them into a magazine for you. I came across this article about why most writers fail to produce any work. All of it was very mental and offered pretty life-examining advice which was a bit, although true, wobbly for me.
I have a cousin who is a life coach. A wonderful life coach. She’s started her own business and is killing it. Every now and then she offers us some time or advice as if we are her clients. As a writer, it had always been relevant, but it wasn’t until I was reading that article that I realized how invaluable her guidance sometimes was.
I am so discouraged at writing. Already. Even though I’ve devoted my life to it, I’m already convinced I will fail. I look at works around me and think,
I am not new or original. I will never be as good as that. There are so many people to compete with…
I also don’t hear a lot of positivity in return… especially from myself. My mother called me the other day repeatedly, worrying about my health, yet the first sentence out of her mouth was, “Have you found a real job yet?”
I have failed at this if I allow myself to believe all of that. There is a lot of great work out there. Odds are my work will never be recognized or possibly even turned into an actual book. But the only real way I will fail at this is by giving up.
So I am not stuck anymore. Who cares if what I say isn’t very good? I am never going to be the best. Today I get to spend the entire day doing what makes me happy. The victory is not in the final result, but in the act of doing it. That’s the satisfying part for me. So… not to get overly positive and obnoxious, but…
Today I get to write and that’s a pretty great day.