The writing bug has bitten me again. It sure is an itchy little bugger. The problem is, the only thing it does is give me an itch to want to write. Sure doesn't help me in figuring out just what I want to say or what on earth to write about.
For so long this has been a problem I have had. Then I worry that my writing style is so awful who wants to read it. Should I even care what others think? No not really but there is still that part of me that does. So what do I do? Not a thing!!
Any book you read about writing, or if you hear from an author the one thing that is always the same piece of advice is to just write. So today's exercises in futility is to write. I think I am going to give something a shot. Back in high school my English teacher would set aside the first ten minutes of class to just write about the topic of the day. Sometimes it was just random ideas he came up with, current event topics, or free for all. Sometimes the hardest days were when they were free for all. When you have limitless possibilities where do you start? That's my point exactly. I think that if I can carve out ten minutes or so a day to my writing it would only be helpful. A time for reflection or pure bologna. Either way - it has to be better than what I have been doing. Time to poo or get off the pot so to speak.
Sorry for the potty talk, tried to keep things clean.
Mishelle
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