Writing It Out
I’ve been participating in a challenge of sorts originated on Facebook by Ed Cyzewski whereby people write (or type) one page at 6 a.m. (or thereabouts) and share a picture or a tweet or a status update (or all three) relating to their work with the tags #6am and #1page.
There has not been much in terms of rhyme or reason to my pages thus far. Over the weekend, I have not even been all that close to a 6 o’clock start time (a.m. or p.m.). But what has been consistent is I have sat down for the past seven days and put words on the page. Because my fears of not being good enough, of having nothing to say or anything to say worth sharing, grow dim as my fingers click on my computer keyboard or as pen strokes fill the page.
Write out the fears more. That is how Andi Cumbo-Floyd put it when I shared some of my fears in the online writing community she heads up on Facebook. And as writing is often a means for me to process things, this is good advice. It’s like with each tap on the keyboard, each stroke of the pen another hole is poked in the arguments of the fears which would swirl around me. They deflate, my field of vision increases, and I realize while this does not mean I will never fail I am at least trying, learning, and growing in this craft.
Maybe it is something someone reading this needs to hear. Maybe it is my season for this lesson. Any which way, this is going to be another awkward ending.
(Thank you for ambling alongside me sudden stops and all.)