As a writer I’m about as prolific as film maker Terrence Malick. But this salient fact doesn’t take away from the urgency I feel whenever I let my sense of creativity lapse into the doldrums. Writing, quite simply, is something I must do; an activity that is as much part of my nature as the need for food, water, coffee, sleep, friendship and more coffee. If I lack in any of these essentials, I suffer. So it is when I don’t write in a way that’s meaningful. (Emails and texts don’t count. Blogs do – but only to a degree.)
In case you’re wondering (and I hope you are), this is not just another blog about writing. There are many to choose from on the Internet (among the very best is my friend Richard Scott’s Uphill Writing), so I don’t particularly want to add to an already growing list. Rather I want to write about my writing. By this I mean my reasons for wanting to be a writer, the highs my chosen life brings, the lows it hits me with, my dreams and nightmares.
I don’t really believe in writer’s block per se. I just know that I have an inherent laziness that needs to be conquered if I want to get anywhere near realising my dream of publication (by any media on offer, not just the traditional way). And so I’m beginning a new series of articles on this blog. I mean to dig deep into my heart and mind and offer to you the reader an insight of how I might shrug off my ennui and get stuff done. It is only by writing that stuff will get done.
I look forward to your company.