How To Write When It’s The Last Thing You Want To Do

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Hi there, how are you doing today? I hope you’re showing yourself some love. ❤

This post is mostly about writing, but feel free to take it and apply it to other aspects of your life. Painting. Working out. A new job. Putting yourself out there.

Do you ever struggle to start writing? You have things you want to say, but when you open up the document, you have no idea how to string the words together?

I feel this all the time.

Some might call it writer’s block. I’m not sure how severe it has to be in order to be classified that way… but there’s definitely a mental block, and it prevents me from writing.

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I used to look up little tricks.

“How to write.”

“Mistakes to avoid as a new writer.”

“How to overcome writer’s block.”

I would get lost in this trail of articles telling what to do and what not to do. What to avoid. What I have to do if I want to be a good writer…

But the thing is, I was researching this stuff for so long, I think I might have just been procrastinating.

I mean, how much research can you really do before you realize…

That information is only helpful if you’re writing.

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I’ve tried so many different things just to get myself to write.

But there’s really nothing that you can substitute for that feeling you get when you’re in the zone.

Your fingers are typing faster than your mind seems to be working, and the words just flow out. You watch it happen and can’t believe all of this is coming from you.

Where did this inspiration come from?

Well, let’s just say, if you’ve done it before, you can do it again.

But do you know what the difference is between when you felt those words flying onto the page, and now?

You were writing.

So how do you get there again?

Well… you just start.

Seems too easy to work.

“You can’t just switch it on…”

But you totally can!

It’s actually really rare that I feel like writing, and yet I write almost every day.

How do I do this? By forcing myself to start.

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I sit down in front of the keyboard. I put my phone away (I know, scary). I have an idea in my mind of a goal for that day.

500 words.

1 blog post.

A sentence.

Whatever I need to just sit down and get words on the page.

And I find that once I start, after a bit, the words just flow.

It’s a little rocky at first. I’ll probably have to go back and do some editing.

But it’s a whole lot easier to edit the writing you have done, than to put words on a blank page.

It’s not about being perfect, it’s just about doing it.

Think about it this way…

You’ve always said you need to work out more. So one day you finally just do it. Even at the idea of working out, you’re tired to the bone. But you put your tennis shoes on, you change into some cute workout gear. And you Just. Do. It.

I guess Nike had a point…

And once you start working out, it’s not that hard to do a few things and call it good. Maybe you lift some weights. Maybe you do some running. Maybe you’re more into squats. I don’t know, it’s your body. Whatever feels right.

But the point is, what was the hardest part: the work out, or getting the clothes on, going to the gym, and deciding to start?

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Starting, right?

Yeah, me too. That’s why when I say I force myself, I really mean it.

The toddler in my brain is kicking and screaming. So I tell her, “If you do this, you can have a special treat when you’re done. You like goldfish right? Yeah you do. So get in there, you got this!”

Er… you know… broccoli. Because I’m an adult ‘n stuff. I don’t eat goldfish… 👀

So, today, I challenge you.

I challenge you to sit down and start writing.

Or painting. Or working out. Or applying for new jobs. Or going on a date. Whatever.

I don’t care if it’s good. I don’t care if it never sees the light of day.

I don’t care if all you do is a paragraph. A couple sentences.

Because once you know you can start, it will be that much easier to do it again tomorrow.

So get to it.

Sending love,

MK

Linux can’t wait to see how far you can go!

Can I Call Myself A Writer?

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Hi there, I hope this post finds you safe and well. The world can be a scary place, but hopefully you have found something that brings you joy.

Joy, for me, is in being creative. Baking. Painting. Writing. I love to create, to use my hands and my mind to make something beautiful. I love to imagine worlds and explore them, to talk to my characters and get to know who they are, to find the beauty in the monotony. Writing can be stressful at times, but I love it. Even the challenges it brings.

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I used to call myself an “aspiring writer” or a “newbie writer”. Adjectives that make it clear that, while I do write, I’m new to this. I don’t have a lot of experience, especially from a professional standpoint. I am unpublished. I have no agent, despite valiant efforts. I have written one book that has yet to go past the eyes of my immediate family. I’m drafting a new one, and it’s a lot harder than I was expecting.

I have all these reasons to call myself an “amateur”. I worried that if I called myself a writer, I might be misleading people into thinking I actually know what I’m doing. Or worse, if I say I’m a writer, people will expect me to actually, you know, write.

According to the dictionary, a writer is someone who engages in writing, especially as a profession.

Is that what I do?

It’s certainly what I’d like to do. But as of this moment, I’ve never gotten any money from it. I can’t exactly be paid in warm, fuzzy feelings and my family’s praise.

Though I’m always open to receiving.

So I asked myself, why can’t I call myself a writer? If you google it, all these sites will pop up telling you when you can and when you can’t, people getting angry at newbies calling themselves writers, people getting angry at old pros who still haven’t adopted the title.

I suppose everyone’s just angry. That’s nothing new.

And why would I base my opinions off someone else anyway?

So I call myself a writer. Let me explain why I do this.

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First of all, if you write, you are a writer. I don’t care if you haven’t made a penny. If you put words on the page, and you’re heading in some direction with those words, you are a writer. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t gotten an agent yet. Or if you’re unpublished. Or if you’re self-published. Or if you’re published and have established a career. If you use language to create stories, you are a writer. So stop listening to everything Reddit tells you.

To be a writer, you must write. That’s it.

Second, I’ve found that these “qualifying” adjectives were a way for me to degrade myself.

Yes, I write, but I’m new to this. Yes, I wrote a book, but it’s unpublished. Yes, I’d like to write for money, but I’m not making any yet.

Amateur.

Newbie.

Hobbyist.

Aspiring.

Unpublished.

Wannabe.

Inexperienced.

Not yet worth the industry’s time.

These can get negative really quickly. And if you are painting yourself with these adjectives, you will probably start to believe them. You will feel insufficient. Worthless. See my post on Self-Doubt if this sounds like the inside of your head. It was mine for a long time, so I get it.

I ask you, is someone who paints, but has never sold a piece, a painter? Is someone who builds things, but doesn’t own a construction company, a builder? Is someone who tends plants, but doesn’t sell them, a gardener?

Do you have to be established, making money, and publicly accepted by the industry to be an artist?

When a child uses adjectives to downgrade their identity, their worth, what do you say? You tell them how great they are, right?

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When your child draws you a picture, but tells you it’s not very good, you tell them you love it! You say, “This is beautiful! You’re an artist! I’m so proud of you!”

So why do you treat yourself any different? Why are you, a wonderful, creative, worthwhile individual, not allowed to be proud of who you are and what you do?

I realized that the only person who actually took issue with me calling myself a writer, was me. I was afraid that people wouldn’t take me seriously. That people might think I had a big head.

But why would they think that?

I am a writer. I have written stories, and will continue to do so. Money, or not. Though money would be nice… My mortgage company doesn’t accept the aforementioned fuzzy feelings.

I’m so tired of making myself small for the comfort of others. I’m so tired of using degrading adjectives in case anyone took issue.

So, I’m a writer. A good one, in my opinion.

Isn’t that the only opinion that really matters? Your own?

Be kind to yourself, and call yourself whatever feels right to you.

And above all, keep creating. The world needs more good, and you are part of that.

Sending love,

MK

Linux calls himself a magician because he’s got that floofy magic.