For some time now I’ve been thinking about writing. Of course I write in my day-to-day life, but I have a hankering to write more. I have had all the self-doubts, including will my writing be good enough? What will I write about? Will anyone else be interested in what I have to say? Does that even matter? Who am I writing for? And so on.
Yesterday I made the decision to start writing today. When I woke up this morning I was surprised to find that I felt excited by the prospect and realised, I ‘can’ write. I rushed into the shower, got dressed and set myself up on the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. Then I thought, what now? How do I want to go about this? What do I even want to write about? Do I want to write a blog, articles, a chapter in a book, a book, books? And the genre?
Then I realised the only way I am going to find ‘my way’ is to live with all the ideas and all the questions and begin the process and that it might be helpful to keep a blog to see how it all develops. So this first blog post marks the ending of procrastination and self-doubt and the beginning of writing.