I have been avoiding this blog worse than my journals, and that needs to stop. But it is kind of complicated. I don’t know if you’ve heard, we’re kind of dealing with a global pandemic. I am still unfortunately trapped in the United States which is probably the worst place to be regardless of who you are, but especially if you are Black, Latinx, queer, and a woman. The depression and anxiety is real.
However, I have words dancing around in my head. They shout and whisper and buzz at all hours of the day. I have ignored them for months. I can’t anymore.
Being creative is hard. I am proud of every content creator, writer, artist, etc. that I know who is fighting whatever internal and external demons in their lives while still pushing out their work. I want to be proud of myself in the same way, and to some degree I am. I have been working on a book that feels too long to be just a book, so chances are that I will cut it into parts.
If it ever sees the light of day in a bookstore is still questionable, but I have always been selfish with my thoughts so it stands to reason I am fairly selfish with my art as well. I always surprise myself when I am able to share a poem or a character idea. Maybe my challenge should be to give more of myself and be vulnerable. Expose my inner thoughts and see what others say in response. It is a terrifying thought, especially with the constant hatred and vitriol constantly spewed online. But if I can do it on Twitter, I can make it in long form. I believe in myself a bit more now than I once did. Is this what it means to enter a new decade? Please ignore that my birthday was in February, I am known for my delayed reactions and mental processes.
This long rambling post to say I am going to be posting more. A promise I have made in the past. Let’s see if I can keep it this time.
2 thoughts on “Finding The Will to Write”
Wishing you all the best with your current WIP, as well as your new promise to blog more. Am rooting for you!
Thank you! I appreciate the encouragement.