As a writer, you are presented with two choices, to either write well or perhaps not so well. The choice not to write is not a choice at all. The decision to lay your pen on the block is simply incomprehensible.
There is no blockage. No hurdle. No chains, holding you back in the damp, dingy darkness of Plato’s cave. Your creative arteries are fine, but your decision to write is real. Your life and your dreams depend on it.
When you write nothing, you use the melodramatic excuse of the amateur.
A professional writer, on the other hand, has the courage and distinguishes themselves by writing every day. They write their blog daily, and they write with great tenacity and purpose.
Their writing is different.
Their words do not strike the same shallow chord as the sporadic, sharply tuned tongue, of the venomous keyboard warrior. They write with purpose. They compose their words with meaning.
Their writing has an aim. It is written with passion and is meant to make a difference.
It is composed daily, not episodically, when the mood strikes.
A professional writer is very different than their amateur counterpart. They set out every morning, to dutifully and unmistakably struggle with the task of writing. They wrestle and fight. They are determined to give their ideas a new life, no matter how premature, or perhaps overdue they might appear. They give birth to their thoughts, and moves on to the next entry.
Experiencing a writer’s block is a myth. It is a subtle sign of a diseased literary mind. A mind imprisoned by a doubt and crippled with fear.
When I was a little boy, I just loved to write. I wrote poems, performed plays, and shared joyfully with the world, or anyone that would stop to listen. I expected nothing in return.
When I grew older, I convinced myself that my work was worthless, unreadable, a mistake, and that my innermost thoughts didn’t really matter to anyone. I left the real work of writing to professionals. I grew into, a very unhappy amateur writer, but a solid technical writer, with writer’s block. I wrote very well, but only when an opportunity presented itself to pass the next academic course, or receive the next degree or diploma.
My passion for the joy of writing was released very recently.
I have been freed from bondage, right here on typepad.com.
It all started when I found Seth Godin’s blog and for more than a year now, I have remained a loyal reader. Seth’s words continue to remain a great source of inspiration.
Seth’s blog is like oxygen.
I take a deep breath every morning.
He is also the reason why I signed up here at typepad.com, in the first place. Typepad.com came highly recommended. I debated using other blog options, but decided that for the few cents that it costs a day, it might just be the difference that I needed.
And here I am.
I have published over two hundred entries and have written well over one hundred thousand words.
I write about the meaning of life, my dreams, childhood memories, and to encourage others to discover their tenacity and greatness, in a culture which sometimes is a little numb to recognize the beauty and wonderment that surrounds us.
I write to remind myself to not be afraid. To seize the day, and avoid living a life of quiet desperation. I write so that no one needlessly approaches their deathbed with their song still in them.
I write every day, to avoid being an amateur. I write so I don’t become a person who struts his stuff upon the stage, and signifying nothing, is heard no more.
I believe you and I, merit an opportunity to be heard.
So I write for you.
Without a writer’s block.
I hope you’ll write for me.
This was written by Guest Blogger Greg Kieszkowski from Ten Minas. Thank you for sharing with us.
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