I was going to blog about how I’m back working on my novel, Searching For Katherine, but instead I’m going to talk about something that effects all writers.
The blank page.
Whether it’s a notebook, a word document or a blog post – the blank page is terrifying. Those moments before the words appear to fill the space and you feel like you might never write again (or is that just me?)
Now, I don’t believe in writers block – because that would mean you can’t even write a To-Do list. But I do believe that sometimes we just aren’t capable of writing. It might be that you’re tired, or can’t think of anything. Or it could be something deeper. Until you resolve your issues (whatever they may be) you won’t be able to put pen to paper, or fingertips to keys.
Blank pages are daunting at the best of times, but if you are already doubting yourself – it can be a deal breaker.
I sat here ready to talk about how I’ve realised it’s time to pick up my virtual pen once more, but instead I decided to focus on the fact that I doubted my writing in the first place. It’s a huge deal not being able to write instinctively, and it’s an even bigger deal when you need to write for a living.
I think the thing I’m struggling with the most is that if I stopped writing no one would care. They’d say ‘oh no, that’s a shame – you were good!’ and then carry on with their lives. No, I don’t write for others, but if I only ever solely wrote for myself – I would never edit!
What I am trying to say is, that even though the blank page is daunting at first you need to persevere, because you write for you, and then you share your words with the world.