Rob is convinced that my writer’s block will disappear when some things in my life clear up. David is convinced that I need to keep writing because he’s positive I’ll have an impact on people and even if I only have impact on one person, writing is worth it. Pete said that I talk a lot and I have to think to talk and people are entertained by me when I talk so writing can’t be a bad idea.
To that end, I have decided to pass a piece along to a friend who has gone through some of the things that I have. I don’t know that they are completely pertinent to her, but I’m hoping that she gleans something from the piece – even if it’s just that she’s not alone. I’m sort of looking forward to knowing… because that may determine what I do with my writing.
Rob’s words tonight were: You are one of those people who live so large and who have such a passion for life that you have excess life, such natural sagacity, and such a unique and fresh way of seeing it, that not only will people read you and be changed by the experience, but you have an inherent obligation to speak out loud.
That scares me shitless. That’s power. It kinda goes back to what “Anonymous” said a few months back about how I need to write about more than me. My argument in response was that I can’t write about anything else because I’m not qualified… and I’m not. But I have a weird life… I’ve been through quite a bit considering I’m only 23. The list goes on for why I write about what’s happening to me, what I’ve been through and what I’m going through.
The point is, I’m trying to get over writer’s block. I really am. There is no reason not to, but I’m officially nervous and scared about the fact that I could possibly, really and truly have an impact on someone through typing words that are in my brain into a computer. Not such a fan of the idea that that could happen. It’s scary.
I’m gonna be careful and start small, though. Keep up the blogging (some) and write a family Christmas letter. That’s about it.
