To write or not to write, this is my endless question everyday as I travel with my life along with my thoughts. Blogging is a better way to unleash what’s inside my mind. I don’t know if I can call myself a writer. I read books and my mind is spinning what I need to write, but my hands and body wouldn’t go along with my mind. I really wanted to make my tardiness bleeds. I don’t want to be lazy anymore. It makes me struggle to the point of blaming myself. Thus, insecurities takes place.
Procrastination is one thing. That is the hardest to avoid. I keep on telling myself that I would write later and it turned out to write none at all. There were many yesterdays wasted. The now attitude is a positive antidote to fight against my laziness . I have to make it as a goal. I confessed many times to the sky or to anything that writing is my passion but, once I am overloaded with reasons and excuses, I stop exploring what is beyond.
On the other hand, I would not only focus on nailing my laziness. I would also try to test my ability and my skills in writing. Exploring the unknown to scrutinize my thought critically – hoping that it would help me in discovering the different style in writing.
The world of a writer is unknown. The vast knowledge required to become a better writer is limitless. I’d decide to walk and travel onto this path. It may not be the right path to choose. However, considering the joy and the mystery in the writer’s world is a greater reward any writer would achieve.
Well…here I come…
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. “Jack London”