So deep down I love writing for many reasons. It’s the only place that I can actually be myself and express what the inner me is like. To me it doesn’t really matter what you are, from the CEO of a company to a trash pickup guy. It really doesn’t matter. Who knows that low end job could hide the next einstein, Heath Ledger, or Steven King. I feel that I have wasted my time wondering what I could have been, stuck in my dead end job. It’s time to look forward and just try to do what I want to do. Oddly enough, Robyn’s friend Christina really made this hit home. Even though I’ve been trying to change over the past few weeks, and actually succeeding, it didn’t really hit home until she talked about just doing it. Can’t succeed unless you try, a phrase commonly used, but only payed attention to if your actually listening.
I probably could have made it a lot farther if I had just stopped caring about petty things like what my next level 70 should be, what if my writing is not good enough, what if my story idea sucks, what if I don’t know enough about what I’m writing. I say to these, Fuck It, I’m just gonna write it. If I don’t know enough I’ll write it anyway and just go back and fix it. Thats always been my problem, I never thought about the second draft. I’ve always pushed back writing that first big novel because I wanted to keep reading until I was an expert in everything that could possibly happen in the story.
So from this day forth I write to enjoy. I have chosen my path. I will write as a hobby. I will act as a hobby. And if anything good comes out of it, great. If not meh I had fun.
Peace.
