I love writing. I really do! The lack of writing I’ve actually done would certainly tell you otherwise, but here I am, a proud writer. However, I never willingly call myself as such. Why is that? No really, why is that?
I think it has to do with the fact that I don’t actively practice the art of writing enough. I always think about coming back to it, how I should be putting words on a page – no matter digital or physical – and when I don’t do that I can’t possibly consider myself a writer. The reason I don’t actively write is that I never know what to write about.
I tried just straight up writing for a while using the idea of “morning pages,” but that didn’t stick. And I know the idea of writer’s block is really just a self- inflicted disease, but it’s hard to push past. I felt I needed to write about something more meaningful. I’ve been thinking so long about the fact that I can’t push past my writer’s block that when I finally decide to write something ‘meaningful’ – i.e. something that moderately has a message – it’s about my writer’s block. How ironic.
But hey, this means I’m pushing past it, write? Excuse me – right? Maybe broadening my horizons would help – writing more creatively or on the flip side more literally.
Any ideas?