You are a gift, you have a gift, and it’s time for the world to open it up. So many people claim to want to write a book/poem/essay/non-fiction piece, yet never sit down to write it. You are doing what many wish they could. They clearly don’t want it as bad as you do, though. You should commend yourself.
This is a difficult road. Many people will remind you that writers have hard lives. They don’t succeed the way they want to. They ask you what the point is. Why even bother.
Because writing is a part of your core being. For those others, it isn’t.
They don’t understand this hope, this knowledge that you have a story to tell. Regardless that everyone has a story, because they do, not every story has the appeal that you know yours does. They don’t all have the drive to tell it that you do. You go through the roadblocks, you face the demons. You go inside yourself and pull every bad and good experience and assign words to it that everyone can relate to.
This feat sets you apart.
Though you can’t ever get a swelled head. You have to remember the things that made you a writer. You have to use everything you can. Writing is giving parts of your soul to the world. There are things you need to ask yourself:
- Are you ready to give this much of yourself away? You show more than you may want or intend to. This is important. This will resonate with the people you need it to.
- Are you ready for the people who are going to bash you? Well, as ready as you can be. I don’t believe anyone is ever truly ready to hear their labor of love is a piece of trash.
- Can you remind yourself that sometimes the unusually hateful comments are actually more than likely a sign you are onto something great? That someone saw something in it they know they can never do themselves and on a level hate you for it?
- Are you ready to go through with the hard work at this point in your life?
I have every belief that a writer who writes can accomplish whatever goal it is they are setting. It may take time. Simply never give up, because you can do it.
The road is rough
Hills seem tall
You aren’t alone
A star will guide you.