The last few weeks have been fairly steady in the writing department for me. I have been able to not only put out a regular post every Wednesday, but I have been able to post a quick blurb and recap every Sunday. I wanted to try this kind of a format and see if it was sustainable for me, especially during a time when my schedule would allow it. It has been wonderful to get be able to put out pieces on a fairly regular basis and the feedback from people has been positive.
However, now things are coming to a point: I am getting ready for a vacation, I am developing an idea for a novel, I am actively writing a novella, and I am helping to edit a colleague’s book. I’m a little busy.
Believe me, this is a wonderful problem to have. I started this blog a year ago to try and push myself to be a better writer. To develop the ideas inside of me. To work through problems. To evolve my own voice. I have been able to do that, and will continue to work at it. I am finding ways to create content, and, more importantly, to get it out on time. This is a very big thing for me. Deadlines have not always been my friend.
My current predicament, however, is just the kind of problem I have always wanted; I have too many ideas. I have struggled writing posts precisely because I have so many things to say. Most of my creative writing efforts are going into the long forms that I’m working on, leaving me with more non-fiction works for my blog. But even those need research, fact-checking, drafts, editing.
Last week I was getting fairly discouraged. I did not feel that I was putting out my best work on the blog, I had stalled on my novel, and all of my writing just felt flat. I emailed a long time collaborator, and she asked me a very simple question; why do you write? Her answer is the same as mine. The same for most people who write.
I do it because I have to. I write to not go insane. I write to get the stories out. I write to create worlds and tell tales and to get my point across. I write because I’ve tried not writing, and it almost killed me.
Maybe I will never finish the stories I’m working on. Maybe I will never be on the New York Times Bestseller List. Maybe I will never make money on my writing. But that isn’t why I write. I write because it is who I am. I write to survive.
I will continue to write. Sometimes it will be good, and sometimes it will be bad. Sometimes I will be uninspired and struggle to put out a post saying I am having a hard time putting out a post. But sometimes, every once in a while, I will be great. And I will keep trying, and keep improving, because I have to.
Thank you for coming along for the ride.
I’m on vacation this week, but please stay tuned for a very special post this week from Krisann Gentry. She has been my friend, editor, and confidant for many years, and is truly a wonderful person and friend. And I can’t wait to see what she has to say on Wednesday.
- Check out last week’s post, A letter to my son.
- My friends at Nicolife have released the 5th episode. Enjoy.
- Found a fun data chart of The Beatles, answering many questions you never knew you had. Give it a look here.