I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately. If I did as much writing as I do thinking about writing, I might actually have something to show for it — like maybe even a book.
For as long as I remember, I’ve had the dream of writing a book. Whether it be a book of poetry, back in the days when I actually wrote poetry (and was the self-proclaimed president of the Petite Poets Club), a novel or something of the non-fiction variety, it’s been my dream. So what’s keeping me from writing that book? The one sort of important piece of it all — the idea.
You see, I don’t really have one. An idea. It’s actually the same thing I struggle with for my blog — ideas. Maybe that’s why 80 percent of my posts are the same type of content. Maybe that’s why I struggle sometimes with whether I should even continue with my blog. But, maybe it’s not about lack of ideas. Maybe it’s about fear.
What if I’m not good enough? What if my idea sucks? What if my writing sucks? What if I suck? What if I can’t even muster up enough courage to find any of that out?
I do know for certain one thing — I’ll never find out unless I try. No more classes. No more workshops. No more wondering and waiting. Just doing, despite the fear. Just doing, with the fear — and, hopefully, a good idea.
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” ~James Baldwin