Hello fellow writers and readers. I hope you are writing something wonderful or reading something exciting. I hope with all my heart that you can write.
Because I can’t.
And yesterday, I wrote that I intend to “write my way through the doubt” when the truth is I don’t even know what that means. Not really. It sounds good, I’ll say that much.
A reader was kind enough to point me in the direction of a book called “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield. I loved the title straight away, so I became intrigued enough to look up this book and read a bit of it just to test the waters.
Here is something that the author says in the early chapter:
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, andThe War of Art
the unlived life within us. Between the two
“Between the two stands resistance”. Is this what I am feeling every time I think of going back to my writing? I’m not entirely sure, but I think this writer is onto something.
So, I will read this book and blog about it as I go in the hope that when I’ve finished it, I can at least understand why I am not writing and find a way to get back that which is lost.
I’m a pages in already. I’ll write more tomorrow. I will be my own experiment, and by doing so, I will be writing something other than a journal entry. I will be pursuing one of my goals, reading to write, and hopefully, I’ll find my way back to Tales of the West and to Roseanna Beaucannon.
I won’t thank the person that recommended this book to me just yet. I need to know it will help me first. And when or if it does, then I’ll sing their praises to the rooftops!