PS One of my biggest projects for the month is wrapping up the first draft of my second book. It’s been really difficult to get this one started and even harder to maintain momentum.
As part of my 2013 goals, I broke down the year by month. I was really ready to get through February. I hardly made it out unscathed. (Ha.)
But it’s a new month. (Thank goodness.) March is all about writing, which I’m both excited about and a little nervous. Writing, in my opinion, is literally one of the most raw and real things you can do. I have a million and a half thoughts running through my head at any given moment. (I seriously feel bad for the girls who sit next to me at work…. eep!)
Writing though forces me to sort through the thoughts. I discover new things about myself and I can make more sense of what’s happening… what’s going on… what I’m feeling…
It’s funny because I never used to like to write. I mean, I would do the writing assignments in school, but it was never my thing. I would throw together papers that I knew would get an “A,” but I wouldn’t put any more effort than what was required. Math made sense. There was a correct answer. I knew that if I sorted through the numbers and made use of formulas, I could get to that right answer. It wasn’t always simple, but that problem solving while close to a game, was impersonal. And that made it simple in another way I guess.
Until my freshman year at Georgetown, I just didn’t understand the benefits of writing. I kind of thought it was a waste of time. Then, writing became my lifeline to sanity. With everything around me feeling so up in the air (life, friends, college, accounting), I was grasping at anything I could. Writing went from something that I had to do to something that I wanted to do. Actually, I had to do it. Before I struggled with writing because there wasn’t a correct answer and then that’s what ultimately made it work for me in the end. There might have been a correct way to do a journal entry for accounting, but no one was telling me that my actual journal writing was wrong. It felt wonderful and safe in a world of chaos and uncertainty.
However, I still think writing is hard. It’s hard to weave through the pinballing thoughts. It’s hard to let go of “right.” It’s hard to read back what you wrote. It’s hard to make things real. And it’s even harder if someone else reads what you put out there.
70% of what I write never gets read. (Not even by myself.) If I can get it down on paper (or typed on a screen), I can get the floating thoughts out of my head. Sometimes that’s good enough. Just the act of writing feels good and makes things good.
As for the rest that actually gets read, I find it to be exhilarating, liberating, and downright scary!!! I mean, writing is like a one way conversation. You collect your thoughts and then put yourself out there.
But in the end it’s worth it. Through writing you can share new ideas and personal stories. You can express challenging emotions and connect with people on a uniquely personal level.
Do you write?