Some Thoughts on Writing

I’ve been writing all day.  Or at least attempting to.  I’ve been working on some essay questions for an application that is due in the morning.  It’s frustrating.  It’s thought provoking.  And I am easily distracted (I’m writing this blog instead of finishing).

I’ve been writing for weeks.  On and off.  I’m trying to document my story.  My adventures.  I’ve been doing this for almost two years now, and I feel like I’m no closer than when I started.

Journeys: the adventures of a Nomad.  Some people have already heard the title.  But there is also We Live, We Love and Images of Service.  These are all working titles of books that I wish to publish.

But it’s difficult.  Finding the words has never been easy.  It never will be.

Writing is like art.  It takes time.  And I can tell when it is rushed.  I choose each word carefully, to make the most impact.  To make the tapestry of the story.  And while others may see it as beautiful, I am constantly finding little things that make me cringe, that I want to retouch.  I want it to be perfect.

The thing about writing is that I don’t feel as if I am worthy to complement.  I’m not a good writer.  I pour my heart out onto the page and people are moved by it.  I’ve been told that I’m a great wordsmith, but all I am trying to do is share my story.  The thoughts that are in my head are so different than those that flow out onto the page.  It’s frustrating.

When I’m nervous, I stutter.  My words sound foreign and uncomfortable.  When I write, every word feels that way.

But I continue to tell my story because this is what I feel like I’ve been called to do.  I write to share my struggles, dreams, hopes, joys, and fears.

I don’t want to be well known.  I don’t want to go on tour or speak in front of crowds.  But I do want to share my story.  To shed light on the path that I have troubled.  To encourage others.  And to show others that their story matters too.

I am just a single voice in the crowd.  But aren’t we all?

I write each week not because I have to.  I don’t write to build up my stats or to see how many views I get each week.  I write because despite all the fears and the discomfort that comes with it, there is a joy of sharing.

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1 Comment »

  1. invadermoody Said:

    I think the best piece of advice you gave me when I started writing was to not get hung up on the “stats” and I really can’t thank you enough.

    Sometimes I hear personally from people who value what I write. That’s way more than I expect but also more meaningful than some statistic.

    I also totally hear you on the cringing thing. Occasionally I’ll go back to read some other posts and have to quickly navigate away in shame.


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