So I’ve heard you’re afraid to start writing? Why? Afraid you’ll never be good enough? Scared of what your parents might say? Frightened of the reactions your friends might have?
If all of the above are true (or just one) then I suggest you stick around. ‘Cause I have a story to tell of that fear.
When I was a lot younger I wrote a lot. It was easy then. Because I’d always been “weird”. It was expected, and no one really gave me hard time over it. Then puberty hit and I stopped. The allure of PC’s and gaming altogether was a tad too strong. I caved. No more writing. All I did was game then, and work at computers. I stopped, then forgot. I even lost my will to read.
For at least seven to eight years my life remained devoid of the written word. A shame, since there’s so much to like.
Something changed a while after that though. I began to feel the need to read again, my girlfriend being quite the motivator (she loves books). Shortly thereafter like it was natural occurrence, I began to get that craving again. To put my pen to paper and make stuff up. Still I didn’t. I had work. I had sports. I had gaming. There wasn’t any time for anything else, and besides, what would my friends say? Or my parents? They never said a thing. Because I never told them. And that was wrong.
I sort of owned up to it after that. I began the story I’m editing right now. I began it hapless, and unprepared (more about that in a later post). I still did though, in the dark hours when everyone at home had already gone to sleep. Without anyone knowing I slaved away at my computer. Mashing out letters. It was a beginning, though still far from being enough. Isolation is a demotivator. It destroys your ambition. Or at least it destroyed mine, so I quit. For about two months.
Then came the turning point. I got fed up with my own, and my presumed attitude of others. I went out and looked for motivation myself. I read Jeff Goins’ “You are a writer” (Here’s a link to his website if you’re interested: http://goinswriter.com/), and followed his message. I began to take myself seriously. Believing that if I wasn’t good then, I would become good. I only needed to put in the work. So I did. And because I worked at it that seriously, in plain sight this time, I couldn’t stop myself but talk about it.
You see, the thing is. Once you start talking, people notice you’re passion. They can see the purity of the craft. That changes things completely. It can change the biggest nay-sayer’s stance towards you. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll still get the occasional laugh and snicker. But those won’t matter anymore. It’s the people that care that matter. The ones that nag you about: “When are you going to finish?” or “When will you finally let me read it?” or “At least tell me something!”. They will motivate you beyond what you ever thought was possible.
That’s how you win. That’s how you can launch yourself. By believing in yourself, and doing the work. The rest comes by itself.