What to Write…
I have always fancied myself a writer, though I’m certainly not alone in that. So many of us imagine being writers, though so few of us ever achieve that vision. In truth, I’m not even sure why I want to write so badly — maybe it’s wanting to see my name in print, or wanting to share with others what I consider to be a unique perspective on the world [which likely isn’t nearly as unique as I think it is]. Whatever the reason, I want to do it. Whether I’m any good or not, I suppose we shall see. For now, it might be useful to explore the reasons [read: excuses] why it is often so difficult to just. begin. writing.
“I don’t have enough time.” Except, I do. I have all the time in the world.
“Well, I could make time but I don’t have anything to write about.” Also untrue; things are happening every single day — interesting things, sad things, amazing things, and regular everyday things.
“Okay, maybe I do but no one will want to read what I have to say.” Just as untrue; if people read fake newspapers, filled with stories of alien babies and Big Foot sightings, they will read just about anything.
“Or, everyone will read it and hate it.” Sure, it’s possible, but would that really be the first time someone disapproved of something in my life?
“But maybe, just maybe, it might turn out okay.” And that is, perhaps, the scariest part of all. What if the worst happens and by some miracle, I actually write something worth reading, or worse — something that makes a difference in the world of the written word? One never knows, after all.
