It’s really hard to write sometimes. When the mood hits and ideas start flowing and Evernote is standing by to capture any random thoughts as they occur, then yes, writing is easy. Sometimes, the inspiration is far away, hidden behind responsibilities and the day-to-day. Then, it doesn’t matter what the Evernote file says. It doesn’t matter what course of action is presented in the outline in the Moleskine. When inspiration is gone, then it doesn’t even matter how many “Just grind through it and write EVERY DAY!!!!!” pep talks you hear. It’s just impossible to put into action the thoughts you have when inspiration is completely gone.
It’s really hard to write when being bombarded with constant rhetoric of building brands and shameless self-promotion. The clanging bells of blogging ring proudly. It’s incredibly difficult to focus on an original idea when people only want to sit through a few sentences and leave a comment that will (hopefully!) generate more traffic back to them. It’s easy to write on the internet. But all too often, the message is lost behind melodramatic 140 character Twitter teasers, promising that whenever you click the link, you’ll be incredibly impressed with who you discover.
It’s really hard to write when the rest of life gets complicated. It’s easier to weave words together when the biggest obstacle in front of you is free time and video games. Things get tricky when the obstacles turn into unemployment and sick family members and friends in need. Real life issues become obstacles, and they are much harder to see around than laziness.
It’s really hard to write when realistic demands push out ideals. When you begin to realize that the thing that seems most important and the thing others care about the most is making sure there is enough money around, it changes motives. When you write for free on a website with a stupid name, but you require some sort of financial gain in order to continue living, it clouds vision. It’s much easier to write when entire days are spent in front of computers in an office with not much else going on. When that is removed, and writing is no longer the escape from the mundane, it’s hard to remember why you write. It’s hard to stay locked in on what you love when others love cash.
It’s really hard to write when you can’t remember why you do so. Am I writing for me? That’s selfish. Am I writing to make an impact? To serve an audience? To entertain others? Or even, heaven forbid, to build a brand? Then the question changes to: what does that accomplish? Am I writing because I love it and need to write? Then why is it I can live perfectly fine without writing for a few days? Am I writing because I want to turn it into something I can profit from? But is that betraying the art of writing? Why do I try to create words and sentences and paragraphs? What do I want people to think of me?
It’s really hard to write when you can’t for the life of you remember why it matters.
And sometimes, you just have to sit down and write about that.
Story of my life. There’s been too many blank pages I’ve faced that have stayed blank due to lack of inspiration.
I think it’s perfectly fine to write for yourself. You’re nailing down the thoughts that are swirling around in your head and you’re putting in the effort to make it make sense, not just to other people, but to yourself. If you understand what you’re thinking and can explain it clearly through writing, then your thoughts make even more sense to you. Those thoughts have more substance since you’ve thought them through enough to write about ’em. I usually have to talk out my thoughts to realize what I’m thinking, and the least annoying way to do that and still remember what I said is to type it up. And hey, if your work is around somewhere where future generations can find it, your great grand nephew can read some of your stuff and know what crazy ole Uncle Joseph thought when you’re too old to remember.
My point is it’s a healthy thing to write, even if inspiration comes from the absence of it. I enjoy reading your stuff; the good, the meh, the funny, and the serious. You’re good at bloggin’, but it’s good to have a self-check too. Well done, sir.
I’m not a “blogging all-star” like you, but I know the feeling. Life gets in the way. Inspiration doesn’t strike. I recently read somewhere that if you wait for inspiration in order to write a song, you’re never gonna write it(I was looking for tips on song writing). You just have to set aside time and do it whether you feel like it or not. It’s so hard to keep it all in perspective. The “why am I doing this?” really hit me. Thanks sir.
Hey. I love you. You’re swell.
Aardvarks.
you are so raven
Ditto that my brother.
This blog post sounds familiar…like I heard it spoken live in a Jackson coffee shop. Or something.
Nah, that doesn’t sound like something that would happen.