Currently reading previous writing. Saddened by the painful words and anxieties. Only four months ago I took up my pink pen. I almost never started. I almost gave up. Thankfully I have a compassionate and patient mentor, many supportive friends, and a stellar family.
Writing was hard to begin because I’d built it up in my mind to be the epitome of creative expression. I defined writers as polished ethereal beings, tucked into the pages of published works. I assumed writing was done on expensive computers, antique typewriters, and inside fancy notebooks. I thought words had to be perfect before being recorded. Most damningly, I thought confidence begat writing.
It’s no wonder I was terrified! I had a distorted view of writing, and of myself! These days I recognize writers as those who write, and I view writing as a solid action verb. I pick up the pen, I move it across paper. I do it every day. Sometimes the lines form poetry. Other times it’s just crap. What matters is the practice. The magic is in the doing. Keep on!
*January dwindles, but Write Alm prompts are still available! Respond as inspired! Write, draw, take photos! Share! Or don’t! It’s just about creative practice!