Writing isn't a real job. Creativity doesn't make money. Everyone online and on television got lucky, or are lying. We've just been fooling ourselves all this time.
These are the kind of things I think to myself when writing isn't going well.
When I want to write, but don't know WHAT to write. Or when I don't know whether or not it'll be worth anything to anyone at all. Whether it's good enough by the imaginary, insurmountably high standards I've set for myself.
And then I get frustrated with yourself because I want it to work so bad, and it seems so simple, and if I were to explain any of this to anyone, they'd think…how pathetic.
And I judge myself so hard because if anyone were to come to you with the same struggles, you know exactly what you'd say, and it wouldn't be at all sympathetic. Stop being a loser! I'd say. Buck up! Get it done!
But sometimes, honest to God, there just are no words. Right? There is a block so large and heavy and unseen that it ruins everything. Sometimes you're just overwhelmed by pressure. Sometimes you're just over the rejection, over the pain, over the insecurity and you have just mentally given up.
Writing hurts, writing judges, so let's be done with it.
I don't want you to write. From now on I want you to do anything but write.
You find something to say, and say it. You find something to get angry at, to stand behind, to show up for. Then you let it stream out of you from here. It's not writing then, it's living on the page. It's sharing a message, it's having something to say, and it's not judging yourself. It's never allowing fear or perfectionism or doubt hinder the essence of your perfect revolution.
Don't just write - explain. Express. Make art. Scream through words. Shake the world.
No longer shall you beg for the words to come out of you.
You need to wait for something so big, so important and rare, that the words beg you.Read More