It’s hard to get started on something, even if it’s something you’re passionate about. I can sit in front of a blank sheet of paper for five minutes and then say “I don’t have to do this, I can always start up again later.” This can go on for several months or even years until I realize that time has gone by and I haven’t written a single word. I want to be a serious writer, but how can I be considered a serious writer if I don’t even sit down to write?
I look at all these writer’s blogs and I see all the work and success they’ve achieved and I look at myself and all I can think is that I haven’t even tried. I’ve been trying to write short articles to see if I can get them published in newspapers, even if it’s an opinion piece and I won’t even get anything for it (as long as I get my name out), but I haven’t been able to write anything worthwhile. I’ve just not written anything. Maybe I secretly don’t want to and I’m happy where I am in my life, but you know, I’m not. I want to be able to rekindle my passion in writing. It’s stuck with me for so many years and I don’t want to give up yet.
I just need to stop procrastinating and do it now, not later.
This afternoon, I wrote almost two handwritten pages for a short story. I know that it’ll need work later, but I just needed to write and get it down. Maybe this will be my beginning. Maybe this will be the time that I make writing a habit and continue on until I’ve broken through to some success.
And I don’t mean to make it on the New York Times Bestseller’s list or anything. To me right now, success is writing a little bit every day. To me, success is getting some words on the page, even if I have to re-write it later. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step and that applies to writing as well. The journey of a thousand words begins with a single word. And then another.
I think it’s helped that I deleted Facebook. Facebook was a good distraction from everything that I actually wanted to do. It distracted me from doing my passion. Of course, I have other distractions, but at least I got rid of one.
Speaking of Facebook, now that I’ve deleted it, I’ve been reading more. My reading has declined over the last 5 years or so and I was partly sad about that. But now that Facebook’s gone, I don’t have this innate need to keep checking it every five minutes to see if someone’s commented on my posts or see what everybody else has been posting. So I think all in all, deleting it has been a good thing.
In other news, I walked around the block today. It was cold but the sun was shining and it felt good to be moving again. Even though I only walked around one block today, I was still fairly warm by the time I made it home again. I want to make walking a more regular thing. Healthy exercise is always good and maybe it’ll help me think and be more creative.