I have got to be the world’s worst blogger…and I shouldn’t be.
I have all these words in my head that need to go somewhere else. Somewhere where I can see them…instead of only imagining them.
After a long, long time of writing a sentence here or a sentence there they may or may not turn into a paragraph or a chapter… I have started writing again.
My head is full.
It’s long past the point of overwhelming. But, I do have second thoughts about every word I get down on a page. My days are filled with my imaginary world and the people who live in that world. They need to breathe and so do I.
I think that’s why many writers are ‘haunted’ in some form or fashion.
I’m haunted by people and places that only exist inside of me. I question myself on a daily basis whether what I imagine is ‘good’ enough for others to read? Are those words ‘good’ enough for me to bother writing them down?
Doubts, keep so many dreams at bay.
That’s not fair to the writer or to the dreams.
So, I have challenged myself. I’m not going to be ‘haunted’ (if that what it truly is). I’m going to let my mind breathe and I’m going to let every character, every story, every happily ever after in me have a chance.
They deserve that.
I deserve that.
But, onto my challenge.
I have challenged myself to write everyday and I have a word count in mind. But, that is only the first part of my challenge…this may be the hardest part. At the end of each day, I’m going to blog about what trials I may hav had, if any, on that particular day.
Frustration, is not a writers best friend and screaming at a flickering cursor doesn’t seem to bother cursor at all…it only bothers me. Maybe, if I can make a little room inside of my head, I can allow all the stories in my mind to have a chance.
Maybe, I can give my characters in my head their happily ever after.
Then, perhaps, I can find mine.