The hardest part is beginning. How do you start? Where do you start?
As you stare at that blank word document, no ideas, no inspiration.
As music plays in the background, maybe some food on the side and the television playing in the near distance, hopefully SOMETHING will pop up and spark the light bulb in the brain.
One of my recent ambitions and goals has been to try and write a book. Every time I start it seems like it’s going well until I hit that brick wall. Funny thing is, I seem to have come around the same brick wall a few times now. In my head, this reoccurring book idea seems golden, but on paper it just doesn’t come out how I expect it to.
Each book idea is different though. I’ve thought of great book ideas that play out like movies in my mind.
Other times I think of writing a book to my life. That seems very boring though.
Maybe I’m still just looking for that true inspiration that will spark a perfect idea for a book that I will look forward to writing every day.
I just know that I have to keep writing. I just have to keep pushing through all of the slow days, and crap that comes and goes through my mind. That’s the life of a writer… I guess.
Some days I get so frustrated with writer’s block that I want to spaz out on the keyboard and just type aksdjfaldjfas;ldkfjaoiewfpaowejkejfa;wjeioaw …….for hours.
When I watch movies, or especially when I’m in journalism class, ideas pop into mind. But when I reach my dorm room, it seems like that idea was stupid as hell.
If I could write a book full of ideas that I’ve come up with that have failed I’d already be finished.