Stop Overthinking Your Blog and Just Write

2 years ago
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There is no greater satisfaction than filling up a page. There is no sound more rewarding than rapid stroking on the keyboard. The quick tapping is reinforcement that it's going, it's writing; the machine is working. Quantity and quality aren't as important as the physical act of stretching the muscle; like exercise. For a writer, to get the words out, to document, to annotate, is to breathe or eat.

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Just like many writers, sometimes I measure the worth of a piece of writing by its monetary value, which is counterintuitive to my belief system. With writing, I gain sanity and happiness, but because the money may not match the worth, I may not value it as much. Maybe my values need reshuffling. Upon further inspection, of the great joys in my life, how many are derived from money? Very few.

I value my health; the ease of breathing while I have it. I value no pain. I value the sunshine and its warmth on my face and chest. I value my children and their health. More than anything, I value them. They do not bring me money; they bring me love, pride, and purpose. I value my husband.

He crawled into my heart like a snail into a shell. He fluffs my feathers and tells me I'm beautiful. He lets me yell like I'm the lion of the jungle. He gets me; more than I get me sometimes, and finding your missing piece in this great big world is invaluable.

When I read back my old writing, it's more than a flip through some old diary entries. It's a time machine which mentally teleports me to the headspace of the old me. I read my words, which can sound so familiar, and yet phrased as if written by someone else, usually a much better writer.

Entering these pages I seem to have magically created, lets me reconnect with a "me" who comes alive only at the keyboard; the one who types faster than she speaks. How can I not value this magic? A writer is often a performer who channels her dramatics through the written word, but our applause is silent.

It is as if writers should have a special sense which picks up on the electric charges of the positive praise from their readers.

Writing is vision and love. There are no shortcuts to destiny because it is on the road where you collect the richest treasures of life: the stories of your journey. Every day, another story. Stop thinking, JUST WRITE.

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