Note to self: I don't think I'm about this writing life. Every time I sit down to write nothing comes. Nothing of interest anyway. And who wants to waste time jotting down foolishness, things that don't matter, things of no value to anyone. I've never written anything of substance anyway. What makes me think I could start now?
Hold on there. Before you go any further down that hole, have you considered the fact that once you have taken time to think about something, that in itself makes it matter? You are not the only one to think poorly of your own thoughts. We all do at some point. We all have bad days, weeks, months, even years. But two things matter: love and consistency.
LOVE? What does love have to do with it?
Love needs to be your most basic motivation. Appreciate life - love it. Appreciate your mind - many do not have your mental capabilities. Share with your fellow man - sharing your experiences, your perspectives, your insights is HELPFUL to your fellow man and shows a measure of love and caring. Yours could be the voice that inspires someone, encourages someone, let's someone know that she is not alone. Don't withhold that. Your voice could provide the escape someone needs to get away and take a break from the stresses of life. Your characters could become loved by their readers for their realness. People could learn from you; learn something new or learn something old in a new way. Don't sell yourself short. I have no doubt that you have imagination, creativity, ideas, opinions. Let them live outside of your mind. Don't pay attention to yourself. Get past yourself. If you can do work for the boss, a stranger, you can at least do this for yourself.
How can I? How can I "get past" myself and share what I don't feel. I get so down and see no point in trying most times. What I write will be bad quality, if nothing else. I have no well to draw from.
That is where you have gone wrong. Your life to this point is your well. Share it all. There is no need to pen complaints, but there is every need to pen the good, the bad, the ugly, showing all the facets of life, all the grey areas, and all the silver linings, even if they look as grey as the clouds they line. Every experience, whether your remember it or not, has brought you here, made you who you are. You are a myriad of lovely things jumbled into one person. Close your eyes. Listen to your breathing. Slow it down. Relax your muscles from your shoulders, chest, stomach, legs, all the way down to your toes. Let the negative energy go. Give thanks for life. See the faces of the ones you love. Hold onto that feeling. Then open your eyes and write.
