“Tell your story…” that’s what it says when I open this page. Story. What story? What story is worth telling? Or should I say worth reading?
That, is an unique dichotomy. We write for ourselves but for others to read.
Sunday, 7th February 2021. Third writing session. “Write something and publish. Anything. But write.” that’s what I am told. But nothing comes to my mind. For the third week. I had a headache last Sunday. And never finished the one I had started writing the week before that. So I sit with myself this time. My mind, telling me to quit. Excuse after excuse. But this time, I refuse to run away. When the clock strikes 9, I shall publish. Something. Anything. Be it the multitude of thoughts in my head. I shall publish.
With that thought in mind, I begin to type…
But… again, what do I write?
I begin wondering why I can’t write instead. Is it the lack of material? Definitely. I didn’t get a chance to read as much as I would have liked this week. I haven’t done my research. So I do not have something to write about. But then again, this is the third week in a row that I am coming up blank. So what’s stopping me really? Procrastination? Perfectionism? Or both? I think both. I think what’s holding me back is my fear of failure.
But… this isn’t a competition right? Then what do I fear? And how will I ever succeed if I don’t begin somewhere?
Mental conversations. Somehow, we know it all and yet don’t listen to our own advice. We know what’s wrong. We know what is to be done. Yet, we can’t take actions.
But that’s all that’s needed, right? One step. The first one. To begin writing. Something. Anything. Anything to escape feeling like you have nothing.
And so I took a step. And here is where we reached.
Oh look, it’s time to publish.
So much for having nothing? This week, it’s not nothing. It’s a realization. And next week, I shall be back with something better.
Coming up next week: This is Marketing. 5 chapters.
See you until then!