You wanna start writing? Anything. Anything at all. Books, journals, songs, stories, comics, write yourself into a better situation in general. I don’t know. Whatever you’re into. I used to not be able to write anything unless I was pissed off. Then I’d just let my thoughts fly. But honestly, it’s a little-known fact that one day I’d like to write a cartoon or comic strip. I just don’t feel I’ve opened my mind up enough yet. Can you relate? So many ideas, so little organization.
I love this thing I’m doing more often, where I accept myself just where I am. I read a piece of a book lol. Yes, a piece. This was almost ten years ago. It was a very helpful piece. The book, The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron, has been around for over 20 years. The start of the book (the only portion I really read), encouraged writing daily no matter what. No matter what means literally if you write “blah, blah, blah, I have nothing to write today,” you better get to writing that on your pages. The author suggests writing five pages a day. That’s just where I started. It’s very easy to do since there’s no pressure whatsoever about what exactly you choose to write. I’ve been filling journal after journal ever since. I really should get back to reading the rest of the book. However, just that part alone changed my life.
I started scripting everything I’d like to experience in my life. If you sometimes have issues just sitting and visualizing a better life for yourself, scripting may help you, like it helped me. I write as if I am experiencing the awesome event or living in full satisfaction and progress in life. I write about how happy and greatfull (yes, I misspell some words on purpose in my scripts because it’s my world.) I am to be enjoying the experience. I write details, about how I feel, what I see, and what effect it has on me as a person.
Maybe I’m not the best writer I can be yet, but who cares? I’m better than I was. I’m better than when I’m letting all of my thoughts swirl and fester in unnecessary judgment forever like something bad will happen if I put them down on paper and burn them, read them, send them into the wind, or share them with the world. Just write something. A feeling, a joke, a letter, a lie. What’s the worse that could happen? I’m not gonna obsess about this post that’s been sitting in the draft box for a year with only a title. Just gonna publish it. Not the end of the world.
Wild Genius Queen 