Like many writers, I’ve suffered that dreaded curse: Writers Block.
I’ve read so many books, articles, essays and websites about how to cure it. How to get inspired. How to confront the blank page…. I could probably recite them all to you.
Recently I’ve read come across a few that say there is no such thing as writers block. One went so far as to say a true writer will write, no matter what.
After contemplating, and examining my own case of it… I have to agree.
My writers block has never come because I have nothing to say. I have tons to say. Worlds and stories, lives of people just swimming around in my head wanting to be told. There has never been a day in which I did not have something I could write.
True, often the ideas are bad, or not well written, but that doesn’t mean a lot. Not everything I write will be gold.
No, what really stops me, what really keeps me from writing sometimes isn’t lack of ideas. It’s the burning question: Who Cares?
Who cares if I write this? Who will read it? Can I sell it? Is it worth all this effort if no one ever does?
I’ve considered putting one of my two published books up as free just to get a reader base. But I am mindful of the fact that if there is nothing else for them to read it won’t make any difference. So I wait, and get a little frustrated. And look at that paper and again say “who cares?”
And the answer is… I care!
Those words and stories, characters and dream that shift and turn and grow inside my head… they deserve to be told. Even if I never make a dime. Even if my children end up giving them away for free when I am dead and gone. Even if only my close friends ever read them.
They are worth telling. Worth writing. And thats worth breaking the “writers block” and getting back to work.