Ever feel like you don’t have anything to say, actually? I do. Right now, I feel that. I have been reading blog after blog which talk about how to get people to read my words, but none of them tells me how to write words that are worth reading.
So much has already been written–adding more words can feel like shouting into the whirlwind. Unless I know why I’m writing, it’s hard to feel motivated to just add something. But that’s what I’m doing, anyway. I’ve heard that, to be a writer, you have to write.
Is that all I’m missing? Self-discipline? Is it really just a matter of setting aside the time and doing it?
Probably five times since the New Year, I’ve started out writing about Thomas Hardy and optimism and the Darkling Thrush, and I’ve only gotten a sentence in every time.
It’s a great post (I hope), but it’s in my head–just stuck there–and driving me crazy.
Dear writers reading this–let’s start writing, okay? Let’s keep writing, but let’s remember why. What is it you need to say?
So write something imperfect (like this mess of a blog update), and then write something better afterward. Stay tuned for Thomas Hardy:)