“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary –
I am removing the gloves. I am abstaining from wearing pants at home. I am taking away anything that could be declared as a reason to not write. Most importantly I am removing the finish line. I have pounded my head since being at University to try and write a novel, publish a story or become literary that I forgot the whole point of it all.
Today I woke with a startling image; I was 14 years old and sitting on the couch in my old childhood home. In my lap there was a brick IBM laptop that used to belong to my Dad’s company but he gave it to me to play with. It didn’t have games or the internet but it did have a word document and I would spend hours a day trying to write a story because I personally wanted to become involved or invested in the life of the character that I created. When I wrote those short stories I didn’t have an end in mind. In fact I used to delete them everyday because I didn’t care about what they would become – I was writing just for the sake of writing and I reveled in it.
Starting today I am going to start writing again for myself. The finish line is erased and prospects are on standby.
Find your drive and own it. Whatever puts you in front of a notebook or a computer screen, make it your idol and see where you go.