It’s really late. Or should I say, it’s really early?
I’ve got ideas, I’ve always had ideas. Slowly but surely, I have been putting those ideas into text. Whether it’s jotting them down on my phone’s notepad app or throwing a few key words onto a word document, I’ve been trying really hard to get them to work.
Ever since I was a little Liz, I loved to write and tell a story. I wanted to be a Journalist well until I was about fifteen, when people started telling me that I should “Get real” and realize that Journalism was a dying career choice. But I figured no matter what career I chose, where I went in my life, I could always have a pen and paper (or app) nearby that would allow me to jot down any ideas I may have.
I don’t know where to start, I don’t know how to start. Fellow writers out there, where did you start with your writing? I’m so intimidated by my own ideas and thoughts that I don’t even know where to begin with my writing process. I want to so badly begin on this trilogy book idea I have had in mind for some time now, but I can’t bring myself to write.
I wish I had the excuse of writers block, but in fact it is the exact opposite. I have a million ideas and words and subjects to go with, but I continue to hesitate with doubt. Doubt that it will ever work, doubt that I will ever finish a piece of writing, doubt that I can even try and be successful something as simple as grammar.
So those are my thoughts for this early, humid, Monday morning.