Sitting here at my nice new desk at home I feel like more of a professional writer somehow. I have a desk and everything. That’s pretty big stuff.
However, actually getting down to writing something has become a struggle recently. I feel like there is a big chunk of nothingness in my mind and absolutely no impetus to create. It’s frustrating and the only way forward is to write. So here I am once again at ‘old faithful’ blogging. How I treasure my collection of thoughts here.
It’s not just the process of writing and creating though. I get that feeling you experience when you’re in a school exam and you know that you’re running out of time. The panic that begins to set in. You just force yourself to write anything because anything is better than nothing.
As I sit at my desk I am painfully aware that the more I sit here without writing a word, the clock is ticking and I am wasting time. I just want to write. It’s a combination of lack of creativity and the fear of not writing anything at all.
I may not have many credentials under my belt and sometimes I feel stuck in a rut wrestling with the false idea that my identity is wrapped up in the words I create, the money I make (or not) or how much has made it to print.
However, writing is a gift. It’s a treasure.
It’s a truly amazing thing to write. Once you overcome the barriers and just get those words out, it’s the best feeling.
I write because I love to write.
It’s that simple.