So lately I've been trying to get my writing mojo back. Most days it is just me writing by hand in one of my many journals trying to figure out why every word sucks so bad. At the end of the three hour journey I'm left with nothing but balled up sheets of paper I refuse to let anyone read. And Micheal is very little help as he is placing the soul reason for us not starting the pilot squarely on my losing the previous note we had on said pilot. Truth be told he is just as afraid as I am. Afraid or failing, afraid of succeeding, afraid of letting me in and have an amazing time while doing it...
At any rate I'm now more determined to start writing again, start living again, start waking up with a purpose, and more of a zest for life. The only way I know how to do this and get through it is to write. Not write well mind you, but just write. I found so many old drafts that I never posted. Why? I'm not really sure. Maybe I thought they weren't good enough, maybe they weren't, but never posting them isn't really helping anyone. Not me, not the reader, and not my future as a writer.
I know this will be a long road but I need to get it back and keep it going. So my hope for 2018 is to blog. Blog about everything and nothing all at the same time. Blog until my hands bleed.
Are you ready for this journey? Well good. That makes one of us.
“One thing that helps is to give myself permission to write badly. I tell myself that I’m going to do my five or 10 pages no matter what, and that I can always tear them up the following morning if I want. I’ll have lost nothing—writing and tearing up five pages would leave me no further behind than if I took the day off.”
—Lawrence Block, WD
“To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.”
—Allen Ginsberg, WD