Plenty of people need to break habits, but I need to start one again.
Writing every day use to be so easy in school and college. I found out long ago the reasons:
1) I wasn’t suppose to be writing fiction about centaurs and fairies in Biology class. Writing always has the thrill of danger when you’re not suppose to be doing it. And, 2) 99% of classes were using the logical part of my mind right up, leaving my imagination to play in the sandbox of possibility with a pencil. Because of this half and half workload, my inner editor (as unskilled as she is, more on that later) was busy with school to, and I put down a lot more ideas on paper to find out what stuck.
Nothing was too silly or above me in my writing mind.
I need to get back to that.
Nowadays, that ‘you’re not really much good you know’ voice is very loud from the start, for no reason I can really tell but fear. Fear that my one skill I’ve always have prided myself on is just a fake and that I’m actually awful.
Mix that with actually having a good self esteem on the whole and it’s the weirdest feeling coming back to everyday writing.
Shh inner voice. Sh. Have a cookie.