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Another Day of Writing

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This is another day I don’t feel like writing. I’m tired, my arthritis is acting up, and I don’t want to do anything.

It’s 12° outside, at 10 a.m. I’ve had breakfast and my first cup of tea. I’ve spent 10 minutes ranting and raving about not having any cigarettes — it’s been over a week — and I’ve finally run out of excuses.

So I’m forcing myself to write. It might not be any good, and I might delete it as soon as it’s done, but as the old saying goes, “A writer writes.”

Even when she doesn’t feel like it. Even when she’s only doing it because she’s run out of excuses not to write.

“A writer writes.”

Yes, yes: I’ve read it so many times before. But this time I’ve taken it to heart and actually acted on it.

I started this piece at around 8:30, and I’ve been editing it, rewriting it, massaging it since then.

So here I am, 2 and a half hours into this piece, and I’m finally at peace with it.

Writing is a craft, a discipline, and one that demands constant practice. It’s like an exercise as well, in that the more you do it, the better you get at it.

Today is the day I’m forcing myself to write, despite myself.

Today I can finally call myself a writer.

1000 Words a Day

This morning on Medium I read a piece on the benefits of writing 1,000 words a day. Since I’m lucky to write every day at all, and most of the time only manage to hit 500 words,I decided I’d give it a try.

My favorite takeaway from the article?

This simple daily habit has literally a had a six figure ROI. It’s changed my life and my career.

I’m not writing for a living, and I don’t expect to be any time soon. But it strikes me that all of the advice given in the article makes sense, especially if I have any pretentions of calling myself a writer. (109 words at this point.)

Just when I was beginning to think I’d never make it as a writer, Medium once again pointed me in the right direction with an article entitled “Someone Is Going To Laugh At Your Dreams.”

I don’t believe in fate or coincidences, but I’m starting to wonder about serendipity. Or maybe what Jung called synchronicity.

So maybe—just maybe—someone or something is trying to tell me something.

So I’m going to put on my big-girl panties and get to work. I won’t always be writing on this blog, as I have a few other projects I’m working on, but at least I’ll report back now and then with a progress  report.

Robyn Jane