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