Why do I like to write?

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.  
How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?  
For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.  
That is where the writer scores over his fellows:  
he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.  
Vita Sackville-West

While chatting on line with my brother the other day, he asked me something that got me thinking:

“Why do you like to write?”

There is no quick answer to this one.  I guess when I was younger, it was a way for me to release my frustrations, or to remember moments I never wanted forgotten.   I wanted to capture the essence of time.  But I never took it seriously, grew somewhat out of it and went about everyday life, totally forgetting about writing and why I liked it so much.
Fast forward several decades and here I am, still young at heart wanting now to properly pursue the art of writing for a living, and something quite strange and interesting is happening to me.  The feeling I have this time, when thinking of writing is comparable to a burning fire inside my stomach, all these voices in my head, these characters wanting to be released and set free on paper.  My galloping imagination trying to find a place where it could stop and rest for a while, all of this is taking me a bit by surprise.
Having this blog has allowed me to safely and cautiously dab into writing “publicly” without feeling too vulnerable.  So now you’d think everything would be going easy? I could finally start writing again, having found my passion for the written word back…Right? Wrong…

Why are you asking? because…I am stuck...

I did read in The Artist Way, that self-doubt was something we should be aware of, that every budding artist has to deal with sooner or later, silly me I thought it would never happen but I see now that is exactly what I am dealing with.
So my solution to this temporary blockage, is to be taking tiny steps so as not to push myself too hard, yet still managing to go forward. I am continuing on with the writing exercises at Gigi’s, as well as a fun writing challenge I found through m,heart’s blog called Microfiction Mondays hosted by Susan Carleton from Stony River
These exercises combined with the morning pages I keep doing, should be giving me some kind of result soon, and hopefully I’ll be back on track to wherever I am supposed to go.

Go and visit them, you won’t regret it 😉


  1. You are welcome, Gigi, I truly believe the way you are explaining writing on your blog, is awesome. I am sure more people can benefit from it.Friday's freewrite can't come soon enough, now that I now m. heart is going to be featured. Awesome!


  2. Thanks, Anyes! I so understand what you mean about those periods of self-doubt. Like you, I just write my way through them to the other side. And I read, and I study my craft, and I hope for a little green, too!I love m.heart's blog. She has been one of my blogging friends almost since I began blogging. In fact, I'll be sharing a little bit of her writing at my blog on Friday!xo Gigi


  3. Karen 🙂 you might be onto something, it's been gray and cloudy for ages it seems and this might have affected me more than I thought.Plus my Sunday photography class just got cancelled 😦 I am with you, I am so ready for more green!!!


  4. I'm having the same roadblock problem with my photography. Probably it has more to do with the weather and the lack of sunshine than anything else. I just can't get motivated to take pictures of brown and gray landscapes. I can hardly wait until things start to green up a little bit!


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