Writing is a luxury

I used to think that writing was just another task to do.  I loved writing, but it nevertheless felt like a huge chore during my studies. My master’s degree in history consisted mostly of reading and writing essays, so there was very little energy to spare for my own writing. I was completely spent for many years after my studies. Writing a 100 page long thesis might have had something to do with it.

I have now worked for many years. I’ve learned a bit more about life, the obstacles it throws at you and also the happy times you get. I now feel that writing is a luxury. How many of us have the possibility to give ourselves the time to listen to our inner dreams and then write the things we imagine on paper?

Almost everyone in the western world either owns a computer or has access to them for example at a library. Everybody owns a pen and some paper. So why not write, if you have the means to do it?

Writing is my time, it’s just for myself and for my dreams. The best part is that nobody can take my writing and my imagination from me. It’s mine. I can do what I want on paper, as long as I don’t hurt anybody.

Freeing the inner child is so liberating. Having a bad day at work? Just write what you want. Car won’t start? Just write for your pleasure.

Of course it’s not always so easy. When you have a really bad time in your life you really need to focus on making your life better. During an easier time, try writing.

It has taken me time to get rid of the inner perfectionist. It used to sit on my shoulder and say: “Why write, if you don’t write perfectly right away?” Because writing my novel – even if it’s a mess in the beginning – makes me feel powerful.

I now have seven badly written pages of a novel in the computer. All I have to remember, is: one time my thesis consisted of only 1 page of very bad text.

 

 

 

 

 

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