Sometimes, you sit down to write a post when your computer refuses to cooperate.
It’s not easy, the life of a writer. Sometimes, I think it would have been easier when all there was to write with was pen and paper, when there wasn’t Solitaire or the Internet to distract us.
My kryptonite, personally, is Twitter. Ironically, it’s a place where you can write things, albeit in 140 characters or less. All the brevity! All the wit! All the Shakespearean references!
But it detracts from the writing I have always wanted to do: the essays, the thinking, the depth.
What’s your kryptonite? What keeps you from writing the words you had always intended?
Don’t settle for writing less than what you were meant to write.
Write the words that mean much to you, whether it takes you ten minutes or ten years. Just write them. Let the words flow from the innermost, however long it takes you to find what makes them gush like waters loosed of a fire hydrant.
It’s in writing, I think, that we discover our humanity.
Isn’t reading what made you passionate about writing? Wasn’t the prose or poetry of someone else what stirred your own soul to try? Do you remember when that happened?
I was twelve and in seventh grade when, while reading a biography of L. M. Montgomery, I realized I wanted to climb my own Alpine path, that I had indeed already been climbing it. And I have done so for twelve years hence, with so much growth as a writer and as a human to show for it.
We’re going to talk the next few days about reading well and then we’ll jump into writing mechanics. But I think part of what will help you engage the mechanics is knowing whose writing draws you and why. I’m excited to dive into this with you!