This blog has mainly only been consumed by my tremendous and explosive love for books and reading, but once upon a time… I had an equally, if not more dominant, love for writing (it’s a bit of a story as to how I got into writing so I’ll dedicate a different post to that). But basically, when I was around eleven years old, I discovered how much I loved writing. And since then, I have always wanted to be a writer, an author, to share ideas with the world through my love of words….
….Buuuuuuut I genuinely cannot remember the last time I sat down to write something because of my love for writing. A year or two ago I tried to make excuses for myself…. “I haven’t lived long enough so I don’t know what to write about/don’t have enough life experiences/have nothing of worthy to share with the world!”, “I don’t have any ideas!” and most favourite of all… “it’s not my fault, I have writer’s block! Gahh!!!”
See, I act like I’m done with the excuses… but I’m not.
Because if you didn’t already know, writing is hard. The hardest thing I have ever found about writing, which has also kept me away from attempting to write anything the past couple of years, is the development of ideas. I desperately want to write a story, I desperately want to write anything. But what?
I’ve read so many writing blogs, watched so many writing videos, where people are screaming at you “JUST WRITE! JUST SIT DOWN AND START WRITING!!! DON’T GET BOGGED DOWN BY THE EDITING, JUST BLOOMING WRITE!” but, my dear friends, how am I meant to write if I don’t have anything to write???
This might surprise you but I’m actually not trying to be annoying – I have tried the method of “just open up a blank document and start writing” but after two pages I get stuck. What is my protagonist meant to do…. after I have described the lovely sunset they watched whilst they were out on a stroll, and after they have then gone home and made themselves a cup of tea? Yes, they might twiddle their fingers for a few minutes whilst they sit at the kitchen table… but what next? And sadly, by that point, both the reader and the writer are bored stiff.
So after that, I concluded… I need to have some sort of plan in place. I need to have thought a bit about my characters, who they’re going to be. I need to have thought about at least the direction of the plot. I need to have most importantly thought about the purpose of the story (because I like for everything that I do to hopefully have some kind of purpose). But this takes time, it takes brain power, it takes real commitment. And it also goes back to my earlier problems… what to write about?
MAYBE I don’t really have a passion for writing (I’ll be honest that thought doesn’t make me particularly happy). Who ever heard of someone who loves writing and wants to write but couldn’t think of anything that interested them enough to write about (okay I’m really roasting myself now lool)? Am I just being picky? Or am I simply not trying hard enough (this is very plausible considering all I’ve been doing is studying)? Have I underestimated the sheer commitment that writing demands of you before you can reap its fruits? Do I have no imagination????
I think it’s clear that this is all one long rant: I don’t really know what I’m doing with my witting anymore. I want to start it back up again, I want to push myself out of this chasm of nothingness I am currently stuck in with my writing. These are just my thoughts on what I think is holding me back from really getting back into the writing flow. I want to fix it, though.
I am interested on hearing everyone’s thoughts and ideas… on what you think about my predicament – I think the title pretty much sums up this whole internal conflict taking place. If anyone has any advice, tips and stories to share about their own writing process/journey I would love to hear them! 🙂