Do writers make writing look hard on purpose? Is it really that hard?
I want to believe that it is not as hard as it looks, or as it seems, and perhaps if the creative juices flow, and with the tincture of time, writing something pretty amazing to share with the world is indeed possible.
Not that I have done that yet, mind you.
Well, I shouldn’t sell myself short. I have written a number of blog posts and I think some pretty good essays and papers for school…
But, what I want to write a book about is stuck somewhere inside me, and doesn’t really want to come out yet. So, I have been doing alot of thinking about it. I am sure that adds up to something, right?
Do writers actually make writing look hard on purpose? Is the struggle real? Are they making it a struggle to keep others from wanting to write? Or, is the struggle where the creativity comes from? Or is the struggle actually fear?
Fear. Well now, fear is something that my brain can wrap itself around.
I fear that my idea is not adequate. I fear I don’t have enough time to really do what I want with it. I fear that I will stress out about it. I fear that people won’t read it. I fear I won’t be able to publish it. I fear it is too hard.
Am I actually sabotaging myself? Is my brain trying to stop me from writing? Is my mind following along changing my thoughts and ideas into fears?
My seven year old told me I could write this book. We were sharing our thoughts on how the brainmind can talk you right out of things you want to do.
My mind is filled with ideas for a book, but my brain is filled with all of those negative, fearful thoughts on how to accomplish it.
In fact, my brainmind is trying to talk me right out of writing it.
And, it might be winning. Until my daughter explained the difference between thinking with your brainmind and knowing with your heart.
Intuitively, I have always known this difference but it wasn’t until Ella literally pointed it out that I realized my heart knew I could and should write this book.
It wasn’t until she touched her finger to her heart and then to mine and said “my heart knows you can write this book, does yours?”.
Here’s to another adventure.