I have completely neglected this blog, and I’ve felt so guilty about it. Last year I started blogging as a way to cope with writing my first novel, to keep track of my progress, and to share my experience with other writers who were also on their writing journey. This year has been so overwhelming, to say the least. And I’m sure most of us have, one way or another, neglected things we once considered a priority.
The truth, my friends, is that part of the reason I’ve stopped blogging has to do with work. Due to COVID, I have been working non-stop. As a freelance editor and writing consultant for college students, I have been swamped with new clients and tutoring opportunities (which I’m so grateful for), and writing took a place in the backseat of my life. However, the real reason why I hadn’t written was because I was SCARED.
I’ve mentioned it before on here, but in case you didn’t know, I’m writing a book about my grandmother’s life. I’m inherently an over-thinker and a six on the enneagram (just to give you a little backstory about my personality), so I was trying to figure out what genre the book would fall into, and whether it would be written in the third or first person point of view. All of these doubts led to excessive overthinking, which froze me and my writing. I entered into the longest writing block I’d ever been in, and honestly I felt discouraged and guilty for not writing. I missed it so much, but very time I tried writing, I loathed every word I wrote. I know I’m not alone in these self-loathing sentiments. As writers, we often have to endure our own self doubt. After all, we’re our own worst critics.
I wanted to share this with you guys because I’ve always been my most vulnerable self on this platform. And the writing process is anything but glamorous. So I thought I’d share the updates I’ve made since I last wrote about this project back in February.
A few weeks ago, my best friend came to visit from New York, and we went out for brunch. She curiously asked about my book, and I confessed I’d been evading the subject and writing altogether. I gave her excuse after excuse, and then she said something I’d never thought about. And her wise words completely changed the course of my writing block.
“It’s no coincidence that you’re a writer and your grandma has lived a life worth remembering. A life worth sharing. Writing her story is part of your purpose.”
Her words pierced my heart to the degree that (I’ll admit), made me shed a few tears. I don’t know if anyone will ever read this book. I still don’t know what genre it will fall into, but I’m done trying to figure it out. So, now I’m simply writing. I’m writing the five hours of content that I have from an interview I conducted earlier this year with my grandma, and then I’ll go from there. I’m planning to interview her again sometime this month, which I’m hoping will bring me closer to the time period in her life when she became a Christian.
Because of the conversation with my friend, since the beginning of July (#campnanowrimo), I started writing again. And it has felt so wonderful. I missed writing so much. I’ve been doing daily writing sprints of 45 minutes, and they’ve been so helpful.
Anyway, I wrote all of this to say, DO NOT GIVE UP. Writing can be such a lonely experience. We as writers get so overwhelmed with our ideas and our, at times, pessimistic outlooks on our own writing. But despite these moments of fear and uncertainty, let us not forget that stories are meant to be shared.
And as always, keep writing ❤