Stringing Words Together
Some days I force myself to write after days and days of not writing. Something. Anything. Stringing words together, reassuring myself that it’s still here, this drive to put voice to the feelings and thoughts that swirl around and around in my head. Time passes. Time without writing. Time without speaking. Frozen time, standing at the edge of something versus nothing until one day I wake up and realize I've been gone. I’ve given in to the void again, the void of wandering around in my head without giving the words an exit from my brain and an entrance to the page. So I relax my shoulders, sit up straight, and tell myself to just do it, just write it, just take the action, even though I feel like an imposter holding a pen with nothing of note to say. And as I do, the voice quiets, the one that says it’s too late, I missed my shot. What does that voice know anyway? It’s never too late to try again.



I really admire this about you! To keep going back and writing.