The Happy Writer

Maybe you planned to do NaNoWriMo or maybe you didn’t. Either way, maybe you’re not getting as many words in as you wanted or planned. Maybe you’ve been super busy and feeling guilty about it. Maybe you feel like the whole bloody world is falling apart and it’s too hard to write.

You’ve probably also heard the mantras “Real writer’s write” and “butt in chair”.

Well friends, I’m here to tell you that while that may be true for some people, it most certainly isn’t true all the time.

Life is messy. Life gets busy. Feeding yourself and taking care of family members is a much more pressing priority. Taking care of yourself and your mental well being are not only important, but can help you have a longer career as a writer.

Good health, and strong hands, the mental fortitude to deal with the craziness of the business, are nothing to sneeze at. You sometimes need to take care of all that shit going on in your life, before you have the energy to pour into creation.

Sometimes writer’s block isn’t about the words at all: it’s your subconscious telling you it’s tired, or maybe that you’re in need of a little rest and refueling. Sometimes it’s depression. You have to honor that feeling, and figure out why its happening, before deciding whether or not you need to push through it or respect it.

True confession: When I tried writing every day, it wasn’t long before started hating writing and dreading my writing time. It didn’t work for me.

You need to do what works for you. Find a schedule that allows you to come to the page with joy. Find what allows you to write without sucking the ‘why you love this’ out of it.

And sometimes, even when we do figure it out for a while, life can change, and we have to figure things out all over again.

That’s life. It’s messy. It’s wonderful. There are ups and downs, and you will sometimes have to deal with the world you live in before you can inhabit a fictional one. Very possibly, the fictional can help you deal with real life (that’s what motivates me).

But the whole point of this is: sometimes you can’t write. That’s okay. Forgive yourself for being human and not a machine. If you can’t forgive yourself, then maybe it will help if I forgive you?

If you call yourself a writer, you’re a writer. Don’t let anyone tell yourself otherwise. There is usually a long haul before anyone will see your words, but that doesn’t make you less of a writer.

If you didn’t make your writing goals, you still wrote more words than none. If you survived a rough week, family emergency, or are looking for ways to change the world through activism (and not just words), just look at how strong you are.

Don’t worry, the words will come when you are able to again.

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The Happy Writer

Do you ever get a story hangover? When you’ve been writing so intensely for so long it feels like waking from a bad dream, like you’re not really quite conscious yet, your head is foggy, you don’t know if you’re excited or if you’re exhausted, and you need to walk it off, or watch mindless television until your brain goes off on a different track…

Yes that.

Back to burying my head in words.

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The Happy Writer

It sometimes feel so silly to put so much importance into something as intangible as writing when the world seems to be falling apart around you. I know it matters, because to get my words out there might give someone else a little hope in the future. But today? Does it really? There are so many problems in the world that I wish I could help with, and other ways I could help them, now. Not just later.

But then again, I know how much hope helps. I know what it’s like to live without it.

Hope gives you a way out. Hope give you a way forward. Without hope, there’s no possibility of change, or fixing anything, or making a difference. You need plans before you start building a house. You need to imagine a different world before it can become reality.

You writers are bottlers and distillers of hope.
Your words were a hand held out when I thought there was no way forward.
Your words  built armor for my soul when there were no arms to hold me.
You are shaping the future.
Your words are the culture we live in.
Your words are important.
You are necessary.

Sometimes hope seems like such a fragile thing, so intangible.
But it is also everything.
Keep going.

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