My Writing
I write because I have to. I write because, the voices in my head will get so loud, they drown out everything else. They tell me, I was a storyteller when I was three years old. Lately, I've wanted to find likeminded people, I'm looking for people who share my passion. I've joined; followed, and liked my way through every writers group that social media has to offer. Then I started my writers' group. My tag line on Meetup asks "do you have to write?"
Suddenly, I was meeting all of these new writers, it was great. I began to realize, the writers that I met had a completely different set of goals. My writers' group evolved into a critiquing session. I, who started the group, was being told what the meet up should be about.
After all this, I had a bad case of nerves. Who was I, to run a group? Who was I to think anyone would like my ideas? Then, that doubt turned toward my writing. Was I ready for the world to see the inner workings of my mind? What was I doing all of this for? These were my ponderings as I walked down the street one day.
A sign from the universe appeared in the form of a jogger wearing a Just Do It t-shirt. I remembered why I was doing what I did. This is not about getting published, although I wouldn't mind that. This was about following my passion. It was about getting those voices out of my head.
I am coming back stronger, more focused, and more determined than ever. I'm making this my year to just do it.
Suddenly, I was meeting all of these new writers, it was great. I began to realize, the writers that I met had a completely different set of goals. My writers' group evolved into a critiquing session. I, who started the group, was being told what the meet up should be about.
After all this, I had a bad case of nerves. Who was I, to run a group? Who was I to think anyone would like my ideas? Then, that doubt turned toward my writing. Was I ready for the world to see the inner workings of my mind? What was I doing all of this for? These were my ponderings as I walked down the street one day.
A sign from the universe appeared in the form of a jogger wearing a Just Do It t-shirt. I remembered why I was doing what I did. This is not about getting published, although I wouldn't mind that. This was about following my passion. It was about getting those voices out of my head.
I am coming back stronger, more focused, and more determined than ever. I'm making this my year to just do it.