For years I've been writing. Nothing serious, just a hobby. It's fun to collect my thoughts then to bleed them out onto paper, or screen in this case. I think I've been planning on writing a book for almost a decade and every time I make the attempt I fail to follow through. It wouldn't difficult, though. Consistency is key and I'm definitely lacking it. I've definitely seen a lot, even at the youthful age of 28. I'm always going to feel young, though. Maybe I'm lazy? Or just waiting for the right moment, or subject to write about. So....of all of my experiences throughout life what is there to write about? I mean, hasn't it all been done before? Are there any fresh ideas to be had? Will my story be identical to another person's? Or am I a unique design living out a completely new thing? Usually, when I begin to write, I stop because I begin to doubt myself. So many ideas and thoughts going through this brain, though, is killing me. It's exhausting. As if my head is going to explode. I could write about comedy, love, laughter, sadness, God, Marriage, faith, hate, hypocrisy, fast food, candy barts, my childhood, animals, plants, mountains, National Parks, Chicken, okra, personal ads, dating, diamonds, caves, crystals, waterfalls....to many things to write about. So......I'm going to write. About everything. And I'm not afraid, which I believe is the things that stops me most. Fear. Yet it's my dream to write. To be published, for people to see my words and hear my mind. Then again, what do I have to lose except the time that continues ticking? If I don't write, I lose my mind.
"Fear can't hurt you anymore than a dream." -Williams Golding, Lord of the Flies
No comments:
Post a Comment