Starting, learning and sometimes surprising myself

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Tuesday. 14.08.2018: I realised this morning that, just this year, I wrote about 300 articles and small posts. And a novel. And it feels good. Not necessarily the number, but to see that I put in the work. Today I thought I try to bring up the mess in my head on paper:

3 years ago I had a dream of being a writer. Afraid of running out of ideas I used to spare them. Posting once a month. And then once every 2 months. I had many ideas lined up to write about - but the right moment never came.

"I need to be older, wiser, need better grammar, more study." And so I did a lot of other things, hoping that one day the perfect time to start will come.

It seems that something shifted in me last year. Where I realised that in order to be a writer, I may have to consider to actually sit down and write.

Since then I've written daily. Posted daily. A fearful experience at first.

I believe every piece is very personal - and in a way - every artist who exposes himself to the world has to embrace some sort of trust in himself. Self expression is indeed a vulnerable act. One that scared me to death.

Yet facing that fear every day had somehow cleared a channel. I found that - especially on days of self-doubt and writers-block (aka self-expression block) "doing it anyways", despite the fear, had somehow strengthened the trust I have in myself.

Quite a good thing to have, I think.

What lasted from the fear of "not having enough ideas": Well...

It would be hard for me to write a list with 300 topics to write about. Yet, somehow they arised. Why?

To summarize my experience so far (as a young man who just tries to explore); the daily act of blogging, helped me to open my eyes to the nuances of the world and brought me to the recognition, which I believe we all have already experienced as kids: There's always something to be astonished about.

Sometimes to do what we love appears like stepping into a long dark tunnel without a light at the end. And the first few moments are most tempting to return back, exit the tunnel, back to the world we know.

Perhaps a tunnel isn't a strong metaphor for what I want to say and still, I believe that facing the "darkness", the adventure is somehow worth it.

At least for me.

What counts: To start. To create something. Just something. What it is, may not even be of matter.

I feel I get better, I learn - holy cow I learn (!), and grow. And sometimes I surprise myself.

Compared to the old grumpy novelists I'm just learning to walk. But how cool it is to learn how to walk...

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Hi @sams-world! I have a friend on FB he drew coloring books for a while and decided to chase his dream of writing. He thought he was going to go through the same thing. 3 yrs ago he was proud if he could put 1000 words to paper in a week. As time has gone on he now puts about 5000 words to paper a day. He now has 12 published books. The last 8 have gone to directly to Kindle, but has a 4 book series that was in paperback too. He joined a couple of writing groups on FB that give exchange of ideas, they proof read each other's work, help with grammar and such.

I guess what I am saying is throw yourself into it. Yeah you might hit a little bit of a writer's block here and there, but as long as you have good support, I am sure you'll do just fine.

:o 12 BOOKS! this is so inspiring!! wow. I'm so glad you're sharing this with me. I'll do my best (just started a new book), and - it flows already much better! Thanks for the heads up @tryskele :)) the facebook groups are actually a great idea.

He was willing to help out another friend of mine. Since that fell through let me see about getting the 2 of you connected. His name is Brandon Ellis if you want check out what he has done.