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How to Rediscover Your Creativity and Write Some Damn Words
Writing is not a linear journey
What do I want to say?
That’s the question I keep asking myself. I continue to answer with: “It’s not a matter of want, but a matter of cannot.” As in, I cannot figure out what stories are inside of me, what words are yearning to escape, what I want to write.
I look at everything around me, all the people I’m blessed to have in my life, and I think, “I am so full.” But when I sit down to write, I feel so empty.
Where did all of my ideas, my stories, go? There are snippets in my mind, but they remain snippets. Nothing worthy of sharing with the world just yet.
It’s like Ursula took my voice, and I’m just sitting here, waiting to get it back.
I need it back.
But then I look up, and I’ve written 144 words, and I see: the words still exist. I feel like I have nothing to say, and yet, I’ve managed to say something.
No matter what I feel, no matter how drained, the words never really leave me. Maybe I can’t write the type of story I want to tell just yet. Maybe I still have things inside me that I need to find and unlock, like a treasure hunt.
But my writing, my voice, my creativity, they never really leave me. This whole time I thought I was waiting for them to use me when in reality they are waiting for me to use them.
It’s comforting to know, at least, that they haven’t snuck out of the house and hitched a ride to Canada. They’re sitting on the curb, waiting for me to pick them up.
I just need to pick them up.
