A long time ago I began to dream of being a writer, and it was a dream that never left me.
Although it has become my work to help other people to write for their books and websites, it’s all too easy for me to lose touch with the things that brought me to writing in the first place.
For me it is about self love, and finding myself in the process of writing things. Whether it is fiction or nonfiction, if I didn’t love myself and think my voice was valuable, then I wouldn’t bother to do any of this.
That is why I try to get other people hooked on writing
I could easily write and not enjoy it because I would be trying to be someone else. It is so easy to compare to the millions of books I see and read, but the thing is that those are finished products.
Some of those authors have budgets and teams that I can only dream of. Some authors literally do nothing but write, or went to college for it and had someone pay for that, etc. Or they pay ghostwriters and editors to polish to perfection.
There is no reason to compare because it’s not a fair playing field to do that.
I don’t even want to compare to **myself** in the past because I am different than I used to be. I am a new person.
My greatest fear is that I will be like everybody else: normal.
As opposed to future Leonardo DaVinci of whatever I write…
But I am coming to accept we are pretty much all the same deep down. Including moi.
Millions of words will not change that but I am going to have so much fun writing those words
Any little bit of time that I can grab to write is worthwhile. Writing is a beautiful thing to me.
I am giving myself a morning every week dedicated to my writing.
That time is a gift to myself out of love. It doesn’t matter how long I take to write or what comes out of it. It is for me.
